[b]Nano // Dojoville Alleys // 5:32 PM // Nanocyte-890 "Nano" [/b] [i]"What's good homie?" The Latino figure asked to Nano as he sat up from the hood of his green lowrider, and two more of his friends stood beside him, one to the left and one to the right. He seemed friendly to the man, which was strange considering Nano was new to the area. "Looking for a guy, goes by the name of Ganjaman or some shit. You know him ese?" The white figure that was Nano had asked, as he folded his arms and waited with an expectant look on his face. Nano was a strange looking man. From a brown trench coat with most of the buttons done up to the grey shirt beneath and his slicked black hair, he looked akin to Adam Jensen, just with no augments and a large, red katana at his hip. "Shit gringo, you're talkin' to him," Ganjaman replied as he looked to the Nanocyte before him, wanting to know why he was needed. "I'd buy but, you know, I physically can't take drugs you dumb-blam!-." Nano was getting paid, and so he straight up headbutted Ganjaman and knocked him into the car as the rest of the hood just drew their guns, took aim, and fired. Nano wasn't having any of that shit and as each bullet passed through him, he phased. Some bullets struck walls, some hit other cholos, but Nano was unaffected. When the gangsters stopped their onslaught to reload, Nano grabbed a shotgun from the lowrider, sprinted into a house, and started firing at any gangsters that shot at the place. He couldn't phase infinitely of course, and by god was he bot going to die in the hood. [/i] ((Open. Either help Nano or the gang))