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[indent][indent][indent][color=silver][color=crimson][b]Chapter 1.[/b][/color]

The sun was soft and the weather outside had been cool. Yoichi's striking figure sauntered through the empty streets that morning. On the way there he considered his own situation. A lot of his time was spent mulling on the failings of humanity. The crooked ideals and twisted falsehoods of Heroes were such a blemish however, that he often found himself drawn to them. 

Not that he liked pondering them. Because he knew eventually it would lead back to SkyFall's tragic beginning. 

The door to the bar swung open and despite his obvious adolescence he wasn't told to leave. He had felt the tense silence and thought better of speaking, so he placed a hand on the shoulders of Captain East and Shade Walker. He disappeared behind the basement door for awhile, making his way through the labyrinth of workshops and training rooms.

He spent the next few hours honing his body and mind in preparation for the bank heist. There were things that would fall solely on his shoulders, the protection of the group mainly. And with them scattered between three banks, he wondered if they'd come back alive.

SkyFall came up from the basement. His cape fell inches from the floor and he swept it aside before sitting in the first booth; awaiting the arrival of the others.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]