[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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What was life in the end of things? Richard mused over that thought as he absently noted the pain was a steady throb that got worse with every beat of his heart. It was a fleeting thing, something so easily snuffed out. These 'humans'... They were so easy to take his, his sister's as well. It bothered the assassin, though had he not done the same thing? Killing humans and mutant for money and resources? 

But he had a damn good reason behind it! They too 'had a good reason', the Adder noted with a quiet chuckle that never passed his lips. His skin was growing pale as he considered the ramifications of his thoughts. He was the same as this OMEN to some extent. More he had been training Ayita to be the same. To be ruthless and a killer. Did he really want that for her? Defending herself and her loved ones was one thing, but reckless killing? He saw what it did to her. Always he believed her fear of those nightmares, of waking at night in anguish over her choices, would hold her back. Would that be enough though?

[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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Ayita snarled and relented at Allison's notion. Richard was down, more however he was alive. Not dead, yet anyways. A sedative hit her as the younger Laine gave a wince. It wasn't from the pain. The pain she felt, but she embraced it and shrugged it off. When one felt their flesh tear and insides twist bullets were something like a deep cut. One that hurt but could be pushed to the side. Quiet and docile- limp- as they cuffed her with damnable metal links, the woman listened rather than spoke.

They would not care if Richard died. A fact she would make them pay for later. Her head ached as she fought the tranqulizer to remain aware and listen for any hint as to who these men were and a way to track them down later. She would pay them each a personal call if her brother died. Feral, she had called herself that, and it was true. She was so very similar to those wild children the difference being her powers had allowed her to maintain both mindset and remain 'human'. But was that good thing? All she desired now was her brother, and he was beyond answering.