[b][center][h3][color=1b1464]Overlooks Bunker[/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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The leader of the squad said something curtly and rapid footsteps were heard above. Three soldiers descended, two of them holding a sort of stretcher with straps on it. They set it down and indicated he was to get in it. The third was clearly waiting for him to exit the wheelchair so he could carry it and likely carry what few things he planned on bringing. Given he got into the stretcher he would be strapped down and carried up; then assisted in re-entering his wheelchair and escorted to the truck that the soldiers had apparently come in, a ramp already deployed for him. Once he got in the truck would make its way back to the PRT building.

[hr][b][center][h3][color=pink]A Shipping Warehouse[/color][/h3][/center][/b]

Retcon laughed, still the odd mixture between womanly and manly, [color=pink]"Nope! You could steal this guy's pants if you really want to I suppose. Though I don't think we have time- oh no wait we- but hurry. Or don't."[/color] After this confusing statement was uttered Retcon began strut/skip/walking towards the side of the warehouse where a relativly small door was. [color=pink]"Don't forget what I said, follow me but also reverse, as soon as we step out this door. Or you could take your chances on your own, but you won't get far!"[/color] Retcon said cheerily now waiting by the door to see what decision the twins made. Heavy footsteps outside could be heard and indistinct orders were being shouted.

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[center][h3][color=green]Sonika - Denver Skyline[/color][/h3]
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Furnace let out a barely audible sigh and began moving towards Sonika with quick, short footsteps, not leaving any openings and keeping a close eye on Sonika as he neared. He stopped just outside a range where Sonika could comfortably attack and stood there. For a moment it seemed as though he just planned on waiting but suddenly waves of heat began emitting from him. In just a few moments Sonika would be breaking into a sweat, the sensation slowly ramping up in intensity. It seemed Furnace planned to sweat her out. [color=orange]"Come on, don't make this harder than it has to be."[/color] He said impassively as he waited.