Philip was intrigued by the situation, and yet… the whole thing just smelled off, especially with the publicity.
What is up with that girl?
He decided to take no chances with such a weird situation, so he decided to take one of his first-aid kits, along with his trusty hairspray flamethrower, disguised by his pack of cigarettes he almost never smoked. He almost considered taking his Remington, but thought better of it.
After all, you can never be too careful in this line of work, but don`t want to get caught out with a shotgun in a search. Plausible deniability is the word here. he thought, proudly.
Several of his clients had brought up the situation at meetings, and he couldn`t leave it unattended. He didn`t know what to think. But he decided to bring plenty of gear and join the club, as it were. Dressed in a black business suit, with white pants and polished, black shoes, his backpack seemed completely out of place. But he didn`t care, he was confident, and he wanted to see if he could meet someone else, there. And it didn`t take long as he saw Witch and his new Free Council colleague Walker at the entrance to the club. He calmly continued walking until he was within speaking range of them. Hearing Walker making his own rookie mistake, calling Witch by her shadow name in public, he cringed inside. Bursting into their conversation, he greeted them with a smile, stating:
"Oh, hi, nice to meet you. In case you don`t remember me from earlier, I`m Reggie."
Equipment: backpack with: 1 L plastic water bottle, lighter, cigarette pack, can of hairspray, smartphone, 2 TB blank SSD with USB 4.0 cable, first-aid kit, wallet with ID (Gregory Prowerson), various credit and membership cards and permits, car key and $20 cash