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[i][b]Location:[/b][/i] Talon HQ
[i][b]Interacting With:[/b][/i]| [b]Scorn[/b] [@Argetlam350] | [b]David Chandler[/b] [@Sho Minazuki] | [b]Medix[/b] [@Bornlucky] |[/center]

Fynn was rarely one for meetings, but when Reaper called one, he made sure to be there, at least in some capacity. This time, he had kept to himself, off in the corner while their motley little crew decided that a leader might be a good thing for this mission. He wrinkled his nose. He wasn't a follower, but he doubted this assorted group of psychos would ever find it in them to follow a kid like him, so he kept quiet. Plus, he wasn't all that fond of working in a team anyways. No need to be in charge of that team.

[color=deepskyblue][b]"Laser Boy you seem like you have a few ideas running wild up in that head of yours. Why don't you take point on this one?"[/b][/color] Fynn offered. The sniper didn't have much time to dispute Fynn's nomination. Their copters were leaving any second, and the greater of a head start they had on Overwatch, the better.