[center][h2][color=green]Mantis[/color]/Judah- Strip Mall[/h2][/center]
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Mantis cocked his head at Gaia and thought to himself [color=green][i]"Really? Giving me orders are you?"[/i][/color] He shrugged it off and headed toward the coffee shop. It wasn't worth arguing about. It was the twin's mission after all. As long as the trend didn't continue everything would be alright..

A few minutes later he approached the coffee shop. Lowering his balaclava, he knocked on the window of the shop when he saw Zach sitting nearby on the other side. They really had to get going. If Zach went outside, Judah would say, [color=green]"We gotta run. The twins have a floor plan and everything. I'll prep you on the tactical deployment in the car."[/color] Judah took him towards the others unlocking the doors to his mustang. Axel barked happily in greeting. Then Judah relayed their plans including their newcomer with the healing powers in his explanation. 

Once everyone was inside, Judah would don his mask once more and take their ride closer to the warehouse Gaia specified. He looked back occasionally to make sure their newest member was following. He was pumped, the energy of anticipation flowed throughout the car. He was ready. [i]They[/i] were ready. When they got within a block of the warehouse, Mantis pulled over. He popped the trunk and got out; heading toward his weapon of choice. His MP5 submachinegun. Axel jumped out and sat nearby his master. He could definitely feel a mission coming on. Mantis attached a silencer, checked and rechecked his magazines on all his weapons. Then gave a thumbs up to the others.
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[center][h2][color=yellow]Gabriel[/color]/[color=red]Damien[/color]/Swarm - Minutemen "Headquarters"[/h2][/center]
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[color=yellow]Gabriel's[/color] part had ended and with that [color=red]Damien[/color] resumed control. He took out one of his cancer sticks and lit up on the sidewalk outside of the Minutemen's "HQ". [i][color=red]"What to do now?[/color][/i] He thought to himself wistfully. [color=violet]Mrs. Faulkner[/color] responded in a chastising voice, [color=violet][i]"You can start by discarding all those nasty cigarettes of yours. We do share the same body you know."[/i][/color]

[color=red]Damien[/color] responded angrily, [color=red][i]"Shut up you old bag."[/i][/color] The thought never occurred to him that they were all actually the same age. A few minutes went by as he enjoyed his guilty pleasure in silence. When it had become too small to smoke any further he simply tossed the bud into the center of the street. He did not much care for laws. As far as [color=red]Damien[/color] was concerned, laws were meant to protect the [i]weak[/i]. They were of no use to the [i]strong.[/i]