Frank Gambit had arrived early. He was surprised by the amount of people around the table. He saw a few vaguely familiar faces but, kept from openly greeting anyone, it was his first time at church and he was trying hard to observe any and all club protocols, known and unknown to him. He reached for his synch weed One Hitter, loaded it and took a long drag. He leaned himself up against the back wall and waited for the rest of the members to settle in. He reached over with his left hand and slightly readjusted the two shot ceramic charge Blaster strapped to his right forearm. He was not at all surprised that it had passed the weapons checkpoint, and he suspected that he was not the only one with something other than goodness and goodwill up his sleeve.