[color=fff200]Byz'zul
Lair[/color]

Byz'zul was frozen for a moment, tightly gripping the steering wheel and trying not to think about how easy it would have been for Blueberry to utterly end him. That sort of precise teleportation....

Well. The implications gave him the shivers-could she teleport inside of something? Could she-

[i][color=c4df9b]Let's not.[/color]

[color=fff200]He speaks. Worked up a new string insults have you?
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[color=c4df9b]My fate is unfortunately bound to your own. If you descend into the shrieking depths of paranoia then I'm going along for the ride.
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[color=fff200]I'm touched by your concern. Truly.
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[color=c4df9b]....Silence warmblood. I demand rodents. Acquire them.
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[color=fff200]Fuck off.
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Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it of the...increasingly disturbing scenes that it was start to conjure up in what could only be described as a fit of terrible paranoia combined with a horrid sort of fascination, Byz'zul pulled the keys out of their slot (super-villains, leaving keys in his car was like asking for it to be stolen) and, with a sigh, swung open the door.

He could dwell on Emobot later. He'd thought any one the broker contacted would have, at least the skill to avoid the police. He'd thought wrong evidently. Unfortunate.

[i][color=c4df9b]Dwell on it later. Idiot. Take your own suggestions.
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[color=fff200]Why don't you go play in traffic.[/color][/i]

The devil-kin took in his surroundings-another van, large hanger complex, control panels....Well. That was just classy. Looked like he was moving up in the world. Finally. No more topless nightclubs for him. Well. At least not as an employee.

Right then. Time to meet the neighbors. Or fellow employees. The distinction wasn't that important.

[color=fff200]"Ah. Hello?"[/color]