[center][h1][color=00aeef]Salik || Night Before Meeting[/color][/h1][/center]

Salik read the e-mail, a small smile forming across his face. This meant what he had always hoped for, to fulfill his role in his life, the very reason for existence was finally being tested, finally being put to use. Salik arose from his desk, slowly pacing around his room, excitement pulsed through his blood, and his paced quickened, thoughts of a free world for Humans, pace quickened, he knew he was a weapon, pace quickens until he spun on the spot, punching hard against the leather punching bag, it's chain echoed throughout the room, slightly fading as Salik's breath became audible, it was soft and steady, short but rough. 

"[color=00aeef]Gods are an Infection on humankind, and we're the Cure.[/color]" 

And just with that one mantra, he rose, closing eyes and straightening, his breathing a lot more steady. He was calm, not moving an inch. This was how he calmed himself, it was his only source of control when he was ecstatic. He had to be at the meet in 3 hours, sleep wasn't going to be an option, it didn't mean much to him, he slept rarely and its affect wasn't noticeable. He decided to do some light training, pushups for 1.5 hours and sit ups for the remainder.

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[center][h1]Heading To The Meet[/h1][/center]

Salik was excited, his training was over, his life's purpose was now come to light. He had left his room and headed to the meet, he was 10 minutes early, a few brothers and sisters sat, how could they sit, how could he sit? He went to the side, he could only stand, he leaned against it, his smile ever so bright.