[h1][b][color=yellow]"Omega"[/color][/b][/h1]

Omega had been in the garage by the time Tia caught up. He had a feeling she had something to say that he wouldn't like, but at least he readied himself for it.

"Yeah yeah, I get it. But if she's the same rank as I, she shouldn't get so butt hurt about my honest opinion. Besides, most of the blame is on Enyo. I can't even fathom why she would let something like this happen. If it were up to me, I'd permit her from using those weapons at all. They're the same as using hollow points on a paintball course." He said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "It's done, I'm over it... I'll try to be a little nicer, but I won't bead around the bush if I find something to be a ridiculously bad idea. I don't need rank to tell someone that their decisions are wrong... Now, if we have nothing else to discuss, I'll be using my personal time to go on an oh so awesome lunch date." Omega hopped into a Conspiracy owned black convertable Chevy Camaro in the garage and gave Tia a sarcastic smirk. As the garage doors opened, he sped off while blasting G.O.M.D. by J. Cole.

[i] Suits well.[/i]

[@Wick]