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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoFaHFm4lqY]Just Lose It[/url][/center]

Cole had been the next one to enter the room as Dante got his armour on. He resisted the urge to smirk - armour wasn't needed for him, only skill. He strapped his knives into the inside of his trenchcoat, and slotted his dart gun into the gun-shaped piece of leather strapped to the other side of the interior. His darts were slotted just underneath it, long strips of leather separating each one categorically, and the categories being sorted out alphabetically. It was like second nature for him now. He adjusted the clunky backpack and hauled it onto his back, testing the weight. It was decent enough for him. He shuffled his waistcoat about, before jumping onto the plane.

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[color=#FF0000]"Ah, I did miss these under the radar drop offs these black op missions had..."[/color]

Fear listened with excruciating pain as Dante rambled on about his old black-ops missions. He sat there, messing about with a throwing knife as the Super Soldier droned on like an old grandpa telling stories of his youth. How he longed to throw a knife at him and make him jump out of that door...

The all-clear signal went, and Dante walked over to the lowering door. He finished his story as he readied himself to dive.

[color=#FF0000]"...Don't worry, we're not getting paid, so I didn't mess with your chutes."[/color]

[color=A52A2A]"Trust me, soldier boy, if it weren't for these damn bombs, I'd have thrown you out of this plane ages ago."[/color] He smirked as Dante dived down like a missile. He dived down afterwards in an eagle-like pose, his parachute popping out like a bottle cork behind him. The jungle came closer into view, and he assumed a mid-air standing position just before landing. The parachute only just avoided landing on him, and he hauled the backpack onto the floor.