[b][color=#96D883]Name:[/color] Lapin Delacroix[/b]
[b][color=#96D883]Role:[/color] SOLDIER 2[/b]
[b][color=#96D883]Location:[/color] Bone Village[/b]
[b][color=#96D883]Tags:[/color] [@Sarcelle Renard] [@Renny][/b]
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Lapin nodded her head in satisfaction, both at Beryl's answer and his willingness to replace his helmet.  [color=#96D883][b]"I completely understand, Vagrant.  Your honesty and forthrightness will certainly be noted in my next report."[/b][/color]  She then turned to Rowan and flashed a quick, but smug, smirk.  [color=96D833][b]"You could learn something from Vagrant here, Tuesti."[/b][/color]  She was about to dismiss the two soldiers, her mind already whirring and coming up with a way to be more proactive in rooting out the AVALANCHE infiltrators, when she heard the familiar whine of a helicopter engine.

She held up her fist and looked around.  [color=96D833][b]"Hold on, what's that?"[/b][/color]  She looked toward the source of the sound and spied four men heading toward the helicopter, one of them holding a briefcase.  [color=96D833][b]"You two, with me,"[/b][/color] she said to the two soldiers.  She then started heading toward the other four men while raising her hand.

[color=96D833][b]"Hey there!  No one leaves or enters Bone Village without my knowing!  State your purpose!"[/b][/color]  She had no reason to believe that anything sinister was happening, but protocols were protocols, and she finally had something to do.
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[color=2E2EFE][b]Name:[/b][/color] Landon Milonas
[color=2e2efe][b]Role:[/b][/color] Turk
[color=2e2efe][b]Location:[/b][/color] Junon Residential District
[color=2e2efe][b]Tags:[/b][/color] None
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[i]We're not SOLDIERS, and we're not infantrymen.  Remember that...especially you, Milonas.  I know you're itching for a fight, but you're a Turk.  While the troops handle the proverbial stingers and claws, we're going right for the head.  Find the hacker, and we can end this mess quickly.[/i]

A lone man wearing navy blue suit pants and a clean, white, pressed shirt strode down the main street towards the base proper.  As far as Landon knew, most of the action was happening on the base proper, what with the robots attacking Shinra troops; it was all hands on deck, as they say.  As he loosened his tie with his robotic hand, he slipped his hand into his back pocket and withdrew a worn photograph.  The photo showed a him, but younger, and quite dirtier.  He was standing next to a woman close to his age who had mousey brown hair and was wearing an outfit similar to his.  They were both grinning like big goofballs, the joke shared between them long lost to the passage of time.  [color=2e2efe]"This ain't Corel, Rox...but sure sounds like it."[/color]  His tie now properly loosened, he grinned.  [color=2e2efe]"My kinda place."[/color]  He gently slipped the photo back into his pocket, then mused to himself: [color=2e2efe]"Bet those guys are havin' a hell of a time."[/color]

Landon, being that he wasn't versed in the finer arts of hacking and computer science, set himself to the task of 'beating the streets,' waiting for a call from any of the others in case they got a location.