Brandon "DeadShot" Thurman
The drive was turning out to be kinda nice because of not knowing how it really of worked with the kid. A little laugh escaped from his lips when she said it was nice he had a way to get what he wanted. Though her comment on not possibly doing more missions due to the near by city. Made him smile as he tapped the steering wheel with his thumb. "How should I put the way I'm with the Brotherhood. " His brain was thinking of the best way to explain it to her as he just said the first thing to come out of his mouth. "You could say I'm more like my parents. If you can pay my price I'll work for anyone.... so you could say I'm a mercenary." His hand moved from the place it had been sitting as it came up to scratch the side of his nose. "I'm one of the best when it comes to finding weak points in security systems. I learn about the place as I visit it, and then I'll choose to either make sure the whole system changes or I'll give tips on making it a bit better." His finger came away from the side of his nose as his hand just sat at his side.
There wasn't any need to mess with the shifter anytime soon as the city was soon coming into view. "Alright kid I say some real breakfast and then some wondering around. If you get lost don't ask people for directions or trust gang members I know you could rattle there world but think of this as a covert mission. You're there but you're not." It did crack him up that she said she would come to him if she wanted out. Though the two docs that thought they owned the world made his skin crawl some days. It took everything in him not to shoot them the day he was introduced to them. Not that it helped when they asked if they could cut him open and study his body while he was still alive. From that moment on he kept one gun pointed at them encase they got any ideas. Soon a small diner came into view as he pulled into the parking lot. "Alright kid one last warning...." He spoke as he faced her with a grim look on it as he turned off the car. "It took me month to get in good with the owner of this place... so I will not allow any kind of fighting in this place."
As he spoke he pulled out his guns and placed them in the glove box. "I'm not kidding when it comes to this place I'll even hunt down my own father. I have never found a lace that serves a better breakfast or ice cream sundaes." Saying that showed he really had a thing for there sweets at this diner. Pulling the keys out he opened the door and started to move to get out. "Other than that have fun today is a day to try new things and trust me if you can think of it they can make it for either breakfast lunch or dinner. I've seen them serve pancakes that needed two plates to hold them, and there so good." He might not of looked like it cause of his near twig like body but he could eat more than a football team could when he was hungry enough. Walking over to the door of the place he held it open and waited for her to enter before he did. A young woman with a note pad saw Brandon hold the door for someone. "Hey brandon I'll be with you in a moment just take your normal spot, and I'll have a menu ready." She knew just what he was going to order he always ordered the same thing when he came in. It was the person who got out of his car that made her wonder. From what she saw it was a younger girl.