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[h2][color=orange]Damon Fawkes[/color][/h2]
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Damon jerked forward with the van as it stopped and huffed. So they were here now. Game time. While he himself was calm a sudden excitement was sweeping through his tattoos as each one nudged against his flesh. One in particular seeming more excited then the rest as familiar scales slid under his skin. Damon rubbed his face and exhaled before cracking his neck.

[color=orange]"I can get eyes in the air if we need it."[/color] As he said that the hummingbird in his neck flexed against his skin and he remained ever the calm individual. A simple statement that was more suggestion then not, but the hummingbird had always shown its usefulness when it came to scanning the area without being detected.