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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Inside Sentinel HQ
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] [@Lmpkio] J.J.,[@Scarifar] Mamba[/center]

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[color=orange]"Pleasure to meet both of you,"[/color] Scorn said once names were exchanged [color=orange]",As for how I came to be wrapped into this well my choices were rather simple. Either I get to rot in my small enclosed cell or I can get a chance of redemption by helping in this program. As you can see I choose the later. So no more playing bad girl for me it seems even if I could wiggle my way out I have nothing to return to so I'm stuck but better here then a cell."[/color] After the sting operation that had caught Scorn the gang fell into disarray. She kept them together but without her infighting started and even those that tried to break her out of cell failed and got caught in the process. Last she had heard was that the gang had shattered into small factions and even most of those didn't last long. The Reaper's were as dead as the namesake meant. It nearly brought a blood red tear to her eye.

[color=orange]"But the past is the past, better to focus on the now,"[/color] she continued stretching [color=orange]",God it's so good to stretch again. Years cramped in that miserable cell and you forget the little things in life."[/color]

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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Outside Sentinel HQ In Paris -> Inside Sentinel HQ
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] [@smarty0114] Hollie[/center]



[color=green]"Hi! You must be the ex Sentinel soldier Scorch. Welcome back! I'm Hollie, Hollie Hills, mission coordinator around here. Please follow me."[/color] 

The enthusiastic greeting got on his nerves slightly. How the heck anyone could be that cheerful sounding was beyond him. Gudlaug followed after Ms. Hills however looking around as he did. It felt good to be back, to once again be doing something for the world instead of just himself. He wonder what members of the old team would return, along with what the new recruits would be like and if they could ever match the old team.

He was led into a large meeting room to be greeted at the site of quite a few people most seem new but he spotted at least two familiar faces. Those faces being of the robot Creatrix and the man Aldritch. He was glad to at least some familiar faces right off the bat and wasn't the first of the old team to be there. If he had been he wasn't sure how he would of reacted to the new comers. For the time being he merely walked over and found a spot to sit, sitting down with a huff before grabbing a lighter from his back pocket and flicking it open to reveal the ignited flame. Of course he didn't mind helping the world but one enjoyment he got out of it all was watching the glowing dancing flames spray across the battle field.