DaManofWar
Hans Assman
Blanc rolled his eyes. He sat down crossed legged, tapping his finger impatiently. He was growing bored with this. When what he thought was his target exploded, he wasn't surprised. He had suspected that a trap was in order somewhere. While he could tell none of them trusted him, he didn't care. He just saw them as tools really. If they could find his target, he could finish him off.