[Center][h2]Ryan Dwyer-Jacks Headquarters[/h2]
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Ryan stared at the corpses in front of him, his body language unreadable as Broker spoke. A deep sigh made itself present as he rubbed the top of his helmet, even if they were just clones... fuck. He looked over at Sophia and frowned, not that anyone could see that. He should hang out with her, she needed a friend. But that wasn't important right now, well it was, but there was more important things to worry about. Ryan nodded as Jason asked him to hand over the box, taking it out of his jacket and setting it down on the bar in front of the Broker.

[color=slategray]"I agree with Jason. The Chatterbox clone needed to die, I'll give you that. But we didn't need to kill her."[/color] Ryan let out another deep sigh as he took off his helmet, revealing his pale visage and the deep set frown he was sporting. [color=slategray]"Regardless, I suppose it's debriefing time. It was a clusterfuck to say the least."[/color] Thus Ryan explained the situation in detail, how they managed to take out the guards with minimum difficulties, finding the box, and the Wards showing up. [color=slategray]"I'll be straight with you, we weren't expecting Capes. Especially not on the level of this guy, his name was Overrun. He kept making clones, literal waves of them. They all had different powers too, hence the-"[/color] His face paled as he glanced at the corpses once again, shaking his head and soldiering onward. [color=slategray]"The duplicates. Fuck I need a drink."[/color]

Ryan hopped the bar and began looking around, finally finding exactly what he was looking for as he poured himself a glass of root beer. [color=slategray]"Anyone want anything?"[/color] He forced a smile on his face as he looked at everyone, it was all he could do now. Maybe if he smiled everyone else would too? A childish thought, but being childish right now sounded pretty good.