[center][h2][color=6ecff6]Isa : Anisim Misolav[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=f7941d][i]I pull my hand back from Blue's shoulder, noting her dislike of personal contact. I nod in acknowledgment of her objectives, and keep a neutral face at the mention of a possible escape attempt. It could be done, but we'd have to be very careful. I notice our weakest link return, and restrain the urge to snarl at him. The poor fool was probably just to frightened to do his job properly. Still, I certainly won't be sticking my neck out for the boy. It might be beneficial to go ahead and drop the boy so he wouldn't have to worry about adjusting to his incompetence later... No, that would surely cost the team even more points and the guards would probably stop me from getting a clean kill to boot, which would just make matters even worse. Interesting how the boy's life was so callously measured, found wanting, and dismissed. There's a thought... I look back to Blue, and then to each other person in the room. I wave the littlest of us back over to the table, and ask the room in general, cutting my voice so that it wouldn't carry beyond the table.[/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6]Perhaps we are to find the measure of ourselves, as a team... that would certainly leave us with far more ways to fail than win. That still leaves the question: How exactly does he want us to find our measure?[/color]