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Warthog listened intently to Cash's explanation. He didn't quite like the concept of being killed by sentient wind, but was glad to know that this nightmare [i]may[/i] have a physical manifestation. But the thought crossed his mind - what if someone wrote it on his suit? The mere thought of it made him shudder. With all of the little questions he had answered, Warthog entered the van that he had borrowed from Cash.

Before the doors closed, he looked back. Most of them had entered End's van. There was only Zero left without a ride. The van that he was had enough space for one more, thankfully.

[b]"Hey, Zero,"[/b] he said, his voice reverberating as if he spoke into a bucket, [b]"want to come along?"[/b]

He didn't want Zero to enter End's van. What if something went wrong? End's van was armoured, what if they perceived it as a threat? The van that Warthog was in wasn't armoured. Of course, they wouldn't enter the property or the surrounding area. Warthog was never good at negotiations. Something about an eight foot and half-ton suit of armour never really spelt diplomacy. Warthog would hide nearby, coming out if the situation needed it.