[center] [h3]PRT Raid[/h3]
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Between Hermes and his pulling people into different locations, and Protean's terrorizing of the goons, it wasn't long before they were moving forward into the next area. Protean had changed forms, taking on one not unlike the form he had pulled back during the Wards' training session. A Minotaur.

With a small grunt he forced open the door across from where they had entered, showing...

Inkscape.

[Color=yellow]"What took you so long?"[/color] he asked as Protean looked around him. 

[Color=darkgreen]"You cleared.... Huh. Always that fast, Ink?"[/color]

[Color=yellow]"Ha ha ha,"[/color] Inkscape replied, the sarcasm dripping from his voice. He pointed at a door with a [b] Management [/b] sign on it. [Color=yellow]"Intel should be in there...[/color]
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[Center] [h3] One Girl, Two guys, Three Cups[/h3][/center]
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"Eh? Who wants to know?" One of the men asked with a grin as he took in Nora. "Ah, one of them powered wierdoes, eh? Yeah, yeah, I can send ya to someone who can help ya. They'll sort ya out, cause I ain't dealing with ya and ya drama."

With a jerk of his head, the man motioned towards a set of rickety stairs over in the corner beside the bar counter. "Benito'll take care of ya."