[center] [h3] Outside Minutemen HQ[/h3]
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As the two men conversed outside of the HQ, they were interrupted by a series of sounds from the HQ. Almost like...

Laser pistols from Star Wars, actually, followed by a series of cracks and crashes.

What in world was G4M3R up to in there?
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[Center] [h3] The Minutemen [/h3]
[I] Tragedy at HQ!
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As the Minutemen expressed their suspicions Kyoshi's phone vibrated. A quick look would show it was from their HQ!

As soon as the call was answered, G4M3R started speaking quickly before anyone could get a word in.

[Color=92278f]"Guys, I need you back here, now. I... We've been attacked."[/color] There was a solid [I]thunk[/I] as if something heavy had been dropped, followed by a string of grumbling. [Color=92278f]"It's all ruined..."[/color] he said angrily.
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Upon reaching the HQ, the Minutemen would see nothing obviously wrong from the outside, minus Gabriel talking with... Someone?

Heading inside, however, would display the destruction G4M3R had spoken of. The side of the young man's face was coated in fresh blood, though it definitely didn't appear life threatening, and he was picking up pieces upon pieces of his technology. It appeared that every Tinker made object that had existed in the HQ was now... Trash.

The HQ itself was a disaster of parts. But right in clear view of the front door sat a golden card on top of a pile of parts arranged like a pedestal.

[I]You've been Sabotaged![/I] was the words stamped onto the front of the card in black lettering.

[Color=92278f]"I'll never forgive you for this, Sabotage..."[/color]
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[Center] [h3] Whipstitch [/h3]
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They were near. They were in her territory. 
How [I]dare[/I] they?

Standing on a roof nearby, she looked around. Down. Woman. Harassed? Her fingers twitched as the man walked away. Bastard. Dirty, ugly, broken piece of filth.

He needed to be punished. Horrible people deserved what came to them.

But... Dammit, she had bigger barf to clean up.

With a twirl a length of string reached across the small gap in the street, growing... Hardening... Snip! 

She giggled, loudly, as she started scurrying across the bright blue walkway, swinging around it a few times in excitement.

"Better run, girly girl woman!" She called down in a fevered pitch. "Things gonna get scary. Don't need you getting hurt, you strong woman you."

She stepped onto the roof across the street from where she started, moving quickly towards the other side. Noises on the inside alerted her to an unexpected situation arising inside.

"No, no. Bad little men. You are supposed to be mine. Mine. All mine. Who are you to be worked up before I get there? Who are you to do anything but what [b]I[/b] want? How dare you pack up in [b]my[/b] territory, without [b]my[/b] permission? Buckle up you fucking fucks." She muttered furiously before swinging in through a roof access door.