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[indent][indent][indent][color=silver][color=crimson][b]Chapter 1.[/b] [@vancexentan] [@LemonZest1337][/color]

[color=crimson][b]"Be ready."[/b][/color]

[color=crimson][b]"And you,"[/b][/color] he said, directing his tone towards Flatline. [color=crimson][b]"Stay behind cover and don't be reckless."[/b][/color] 

The next few moments were a blur of action. For a second the bullets had ceased from the swat end of things. He sprung off the ground, ceasing the reprieve with greed. With his speed amplified he slammed himself through the wall, absorbing the impact into his store of energy to catch the opposition off guard. 

Once inside, he made short work of the vanguard. His attacks were amped to boulder-breaking standards, his speed was a fanciful fifteen-miles-per-hour in the closed space. He was a whipping shadow of black, knocking officers on their asses and throwing them across the room. He hoped he didn't take any bullets, seeing as the Captain and his men were suppose to have his back. 

He just didn't want Flatline injured. She couldn't provide support for Black Tree if she was dead herself.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]