[center][h2] [color=f96600]Scorn[/color] [/h2][/center]
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[color=f96600]"Dibs on the laser,"[/color] Scorn joked, giving a slick snicker. It ended with a cough which she covered with her hand, she briefly glanced at the glove and to her surprise there was a speckle of blood. She quickly wiped the glove off and for the time forgot about the blood. It could be worried about after the mission when she had free time to process it. One of the other agents asked a question. The sniper that she had started to call stick due to his rather routine professional behavior and no fun attitude when he seemed to be around.

[color=f96600]"The stick has a point,"[/color] Scorn said [color=f96600]",The Over-brats are going to be organized and we'll need a head of our own to stay on task."[/color] As much as Scorn hated to having to answer to someone else, if they were going to get the job done they did need organization and someone at the head. Plus it would make working with the less desirable people easier instead of just butting heads with them on the mission.