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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Inside Sentinel HQ
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b][@smarty0114] Archangel[/center]

Just when the conversation was beginning to get interesting, the big head came in to deliver the rules.[color=orange]"Duty calls. Guess we'll have to share stories later,"[/color] Scorn sighed getting herself in position with the table as the very so cheerful Hollie had begun passing out the files on their targets. She couldn't help but feel slightly jealous. Sure here gang had gotten some notoriety for certain jobs and being a nation wide but a terrorist? If she was still in the game of gang wars and criminal activity it would of been a dream come true. She had to remind herself though that she was batting for the other side now, no matter how loose her head was screwed on. Still one could reminisce. 

Before she could state her question someone else beat her to the punch. Why exactly would all three groups suddenly be together? It sounded somewhat to good to be true. Being able to take out three targets in one go seemed like this would be like hitting the jackpot or something on this side of the board. Being sent in all at the same time seemed odd but also chaotic and she did enjoy chaos and mayhem so she couldn't complain on the idea. One of the robots suggested the idea of teams which brought her excitement down a bit, where was the fun of that?




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

Gudlaug remained silent through the meeting. He was no brains or tactical guy, hell to him burning the building to the ground with the lot inside sounded like a good plan though he knew it would foolish and probably would never work. He simply wanted to know where they would want him to point the end of his barrel and send the enemy screaming. He gave the file only the briefest of look through before tossing it on the table and continued to listen.

Questions were tossed around, most logical questions that probably if he was younger he would of asked, though with maybe a bit more colorful language thrown in. It nearly sounded like the old days though old Archangel wasn't tagging in. Gudlaug didn't understand why but who was he to question him now that he was the head of this rearrangement of the program.