[h2][color=ed1c24]Martyr: Streets of Denver ==> Dean: PRT HQ[/color][/h2]
Dean couldn't help but stand there, simply staring at Sonar and the blood slowly leaking from his head. Why had he let his guard down so quickly? There was this guilt weighing down on him for his uselessness, and a heat in his cheeks. Ashamed, he simply watched the EMTs carry Sonar off, and followed the rest of his team to the conference room without a word.

Taking his seat, not beside Sonar anymore but by Messiah, Dean felt like he wasn't in control. Kens first point on the agenda after their leader's near death was to take him down a few pegs. Along with Inkscape's defense of Sonar, Dean made a snappy little comment that, thank god, Director Kens didn't hear or at the least acknowledge. It did little to make him feel better but it was something. No snap was made, however when Decoy revealed that no new helmet would be coming. Sonar possessed the only one in the world; The PRT would need to find someone completely different to make a helmet and that just wasn't in the cards. He would never truly recover, being at the best in a permanent coma.

Dean's inaction hadn't just hurt Sonar. He [i]ruined his life[/i].

He could have been a little too cheerful sometimes. He was a superior that was younger than him. But he was good at his job, and one of the nicest guys Dean knew. And he ruined him. Again the shame and guilt returned full force. Bile began rising up from his throat too, remembering what Sonar looked like with his skull crushed into the pavement, orifices leaking blood and brains. He swallowed it back down not to make a scene, instead settling for resting his head in his hands and grimacing.

The rest of the conversation, or more accurately speech, flew by. Messiah was to take up Sonar's place, since she was second in command, and she needed to pick someone else to replace her position. Dean had always been just a tiny bit sour on his position in the team but now he was sure he deserved it. As Tulpa, Elliot, and Alessa all walked out one after another, Dean followed, assumably to be followed by Ira.  Alessa was waiting for him just outside the room, it seemed. [color=ed1c24]"Hey, Alessa. Did you need anything that I could help out with?"[/color] He asked, eager to be in control, and of use to someone.

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[h2]Lovecraft: Highway Robbery[/h2]
After last night's show and tell, The Jacks all gathered at the spot where their first jobs was to go down. Interstate 25, not technically in Denver but close. Along this highway there was to be a prison transport passing through. In one of the vehicles was their target, a new friend named Gamble. From what Lovely understood, the less likely an action was to succeed, the more likely Gamble was to succeed at it. A person who the universe bent over so willingly for would certainly be a great asset.

Lovely knew nothing of strategy though, they were a scientist first, so they'd leave the strategizing to Headhunter. Still, advice never hurt, right? [b]"Ah, Little Soldier Man, I believe that hill over there would be a good vantage point."[/b] Lovely suggested, pointing to the hill that overlooked the area they were scoping out. [b]"Of course, that's a simple suggestion. Anything you require me to do? You know I'd do anything.~"[/b]