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Margot looked at the spot Jaden was a few momments ago, and let out a sigh. [color=cyan] "Merde" [/color] She looked over to Brooke and then the tower. "Sounds like he can get his own ride back to the mainland." She did have to give him credit for not leaving footprints she could see. Her best guess is that he had some sort of technique to avoid breaking the crust. That or he simply jumped from rocky outrcopping to outcropping. 

Looking off in to the distance, she saw the lasers and explosions of the fight already happening.[color=cyan] "If we're lucky he's going to get distracted showing off to someone else. But it looks like someone's already gotten there." [/color] She pulled her cape around herself, grateful for the extra bit of warmth it added.[color=cyan] "Better see if we can go help them." [/color] Grinning, she pushed through the snow, rushing to catch up to the fight that had already started. 


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Jamie followed the explosions over the icy terrain, the tracks of the carrier letting the squad speed along. The scorch marks made it easy, but after a while the driver called out to Jamie. "Sir, over there, 1 o'clock on the ground." Jamie spotted the grisly note from yards away, the dark red stark against the icy blue snow. He ordered the driver to stop, and he got out to read it. 

[quote=@Crosswire]

[center][b][h2][color=FF0000]COME PLAY WITH ME AT THE TOWER, MAVERICK~ Signed, Parsnip <3[/color][/h2][/b][/center][/quote]

[color=lavender] "Of fucking course," [/color] he thought. Dossier after dossier sprung to mind going back months. The MAVRICK Mangler, the Bunney Eared Butcher, among a dozen other names. He took a closer look at the message. The blood was unclotted, and a few feet away he found the severeted arm. Still unfrozen. "She's still nearby," he said to himself.[color=lavender][i]"Cranton here. We have two known murderers nearby. Parsnip, and The One."[/i][/color]

Standing up, he easily spotted the blood flecked footprints heading in the general direction of the tower. He pulled his whip out from his jacket, and signalled for his men to dismount. Within minutes he led the group forward, creeping along with the carrier behind them. Soon enough he spotted the girl's distinct pink headgear ahead of them hiding in some rocky terrain. There was no thoughts of trying to take her alive, especially after the trail of bodies. With a simple wave his his hands, the squad, and the carrier's autocannons, opened up on the Nomad