[center][h2][color=red]Damien[/color]/[color=yellow]Gabriel[/color]/Swarm - Minutemen "Headquarters"[/h2][/center]
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[color=red][i]"What are these freaks on about?"[/i] Damien[/color] thought to the others, [color=red][i]"They actually want to work together, ahahahaha![/i][/color]

[color=yellow][i]"...That is exactly what we need..Let's take them to our place. Despite us being greater then one, we can always use more help. Let's see what they can offer us, and what we can do for them."[/i][/color]

[color=red][i]"..Very well. But if anything goes wrong I'm blaming you."[/i][/color]

Swarm waved outside the alley for Hemoglobin and Affliction to follow, [color=red]"I know just the place. Come."[/color] Without another word he began striding down the alleyway. Being near the Minutemen made Swarm wary of revealing himself too openly. Using his telekinesis, he was able to make a trail of smoke from the cigarette for the duo to follow. He was in a hurry after all.

Some time later they would find themselves at their car. A beat up GMC Buick. He had taken off his mask to reveal a pleasant smile. He offered them a ride with an open hand, [color=yellow]"Please, get in. I will take you somewhere we can discuss things away from prying eyes."[/color] His voice was much different from before. It had a very stately rhythm about it. Calming. A starch contrast from the irritable, gruff one from before. Even his body language oozed a gregarious feeling. Most interesting however, was the cigarette was safely stored in the ash tray half smoked.