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

[color=crimson][b] "Right, I'll be finding you later, Shade Walker."[/b][/color] He tucked his helmet back on.

For a moment he had disregarded the ease of the mission, or Shade Walker's perception of its ease. It was weak of him to think he'd be caught; he wouldn't do that again. He latched his helm back in place, moved to a barstool and prepared himself to wait for the others. 

He took a guesstimate of how much energy he had stored. He felt half-full, should be just enough for the mission. Hopefully he'd run into some headstrong heroes who wanted nothing more than to dust off their knuckles. [color=crimson][i]I should be good. I don't know why I'm so nervous.[/i][/color][/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]