Firebrand Venting Trimmed

Firebrand staggers into the warehouse and immediately presses himself against the wall to take a moment to collect himself. "That was... such a shitshow!" He pushes off the wall with a huff and heads over to the cheap desk he dragged in. "I'm such a fucking IDIOT! Of COURSE the PRT are going to be down the alley when I give them that fucking long!" He kicks an empty takeout box across the floor and sits down harshly onto a plastic chair, bracing himself on instinct for a moment as the plastic stresses. He clicks the clasps open on his respirator and pulls it away from his face to reveal a very upset looking face.
	"I cant let things get that fucking out of hand again. That whole bullshit situation is gonna hit the news probably, murders tend to do that." Gabriel felt a small pang of guilt as he said that but quickly pushed it down. "Fucking assholes with guns... GAH!" He slams his head into the desk after a moment's pause, trying to find any way to vent his frustrations. "Fuck this! I need help. Goons. Henchmen. Anything!" He bounces his leg for a moment before getting up and grabbing a baseball bat as he starts walking over to a dented aluminum trash can. "I wanted to wait until I had a bigger name but those FUCKHEADS-" He slams the bat into the trash can. "-had to make this an issue!" He slams into it again, his curly hair falling in front of his eyes as he seethes. "At the very FUCKING least I have the Camera Fuckers attention! AND I'M NOT NEARLY READY!" He throws the bat down into the trashcan and starts letting out a string of Spanish curses, letting more of his hair fall in front of his eyes as he yells.
	He suddenly stops and brushes his hair back up. "I'm okay, this is okay, this is fine! I can use this. I'm a player in the game. I can pitch this. Rise up the ranks, gain powers. Makes them more likely to fucking behave..." He lets out a long breath and heads over to sit down. "I need swinging power though. Gotta keep an eye on Herd, maybe reach out to Feathertouch once I get things going. I need a place to call my own in the city. Get a nice stable stream of income, maybe run a protection racket? Yeah yeah that sounds good. Easier to maintain that theft." He runs his hand through his hair and sighs. "I gotta get to work, get some cheap labor to plan out a job, get a nice financial windfall. I'm a smart guy, I can do this." He boots up his old laptop and talks to himself more as it loads. "Maybe try to find a job for someone? I cant afford to keep my powers full strength at the moment so keeping them hidden isn't easy to sustain." He nods. This could work.