[center][h1][color=#3068FF][b]Evelyn Chambers – [i]Tulpa[/i][/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]Rolling her eyes at Elliot's words, she couldn't help but crack a tiny grin when he got reprimanded by Decoy. Of course, that grin quickly grew into a bright eyed smile when he began explaining their 'presents.'

They were frickin awesome!

Picking her up she was further amazed at just how light the devices were, man they would be useful. She wondered if they had to program the poses into the other two modes, or if Decoy had already done that for them. Huh, maybe she should ask.

Opening her mouth to do so, Evelyn suddenly stopped as he mentioned that they had a mission. Two conflicting emotions rushed through her. The first was happiness, because she really wanted to prove herself and that she could work with the team, but the second...well it was worry. The way their last mission had gone, well...what if they screwed up again?

She thought it through before eventually turning her mind from the possibility somewhat to ask her question...and exclaim happily.

[color=#3068FF][b]“Squeee, oooh, Decoy these are awesome, thank you,”[/b][/color] her eyes lit up as she focused on the coolest gift she'd ever gotten before she asked, looking curious as she tilted her head, still smiling brightly.

[color=#3068FF][b]“But um, do we have to program in the other two poses, or did you do so already?”[/b][/color][hr][center][h1][color=#357302][b]Chatterbox[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]
Glad that Headhunter had acknowledged his suggestion, not to mention Thunderbolt, Drake spoke up in response to the former's question. [color=#357302][b]“Ah, certainly,”[/b][/color] he said, withdrawing what appeared to be a disposable phone. He made several group texts and then sent a series of instructions. At this phase it didn't matter if they heard his voice as he'd ingrained key phrases with many of his people and given them various commands to listen to his texts, phone calls, and other communications without question.

He got a number of replies within the space of thirty seconds, causing him to rapidly silence the group chats, and then pocket his phone. [color=#357302][b]“We'll have them when we need them. Additionally, I've already prepared some of my adoring followers for the operation. A number will be sending me updates from the Rally itself. Beyond that I've got about, mmm, four getaway cars, that will be hidden out of sight, but near, each side of the building so we can exit any way we need to and still have a way out in the vicinity. A bit further away I've planned for an armed group—rubber bullets and tasers of course—should we need a distraction or back up.”[/b][/color] 

He checked his phone, and then sent a few messages, informing the groups to pick one leader per group and have them message him when the objects of interest were acquired and delivered to the locations he'd set. He set the phone on the counter, looking up again.

[color=#357302][b]“That will help us get out regardless, so that's one part of any contingency plan we think of taken care of.”[/b][/color] He began picking at his well groomed finger nails absently as he continued. [color=#357302][b]“So the question is. How do we move the cargo; how do we get in; how do we deal with a larger threat or security force than we are expecting? If we plan for those individual things and handle how we will deal with unexpected elements, then I think we'll be able to mix and match any individual portions of the plan as needed. It'll make things go smoother I think.”[/b][/color] He glanced between the others, then picked up his phone. He made himself look busy, but he was really just playing a mobile game to occupy himself while he awaited ideas other than his own.

He'd contributed plenty already.

It was also notable that he'd pretty much ignored Heartless's comments. He didn't much like the villain's attitude.[hr][center][h1][color=#B8EEFF][b]Outsider[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]Listening closely, Outsider nodded a bit, then glanced at the other members of the Minutemen. His first thought was how they had earned this 'debt'. Sure, extortion and the like were fairly part and parcel for gangs, but usually you didn't get harassed this bad unless you had borrowed or asked a favor of the gang first.

He looked down at the woman, feeling essentially nothing as he did, despite her looks and attitude. A side effect of his power.

[color=#B8EEFF][b]“You say extortion and the like, but they're coming down on your family pretty hard. Are you sure your father didn't ask favors from the Community?”[/b][/color] He paused a moment, then spoke again, adding something, [color=#B8EEFF][b]“Regardless, I'm on board for helping. Even if someone did ask a favor or borrow money, that doesn't mean any of you deserve to be beaten and sent to a hospital for it.”[/b][/color] He glanced at the rest of his team, as if to ask [i]'what do you think?'[/i]