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Judah's eyes snapped open in the dark bedroom. He shot up to a sitting position as he gasped for air. Cold sweat covered his bed-sheets, [i][color=green]"Another nightmare",[/color][/i] he thought. Axel whined and nuzzled his master, attempting to comfort him. Judah hesitated for a moment as if he was unsure of what lay next to him. Then he heard the whimper of his faithful friend. Judah smiled and began to pat the German Shepard, [color=green]"Sorry pal, didn't mean to scare you."[/color] Axel panted excitedly. Happy to see his master was okay. 

Judah rubbed his face in his hands. The last few nights had been [i]awful[/i]. Two more of his allies had been killed and he was indirectly responsible for their deaths. This fact weighed heavily on his soul. Even their latest addition to the team, Excaliblast, had confronted him and left as soon as she could. Healer had a panic attack the day of their battle and Judah hadn't heard from her since... The one thing that gave Mantis some solace was that Farce was alive. And with her...the lives of both Limbo and Whipstich. Even now she proceeded to gather intel from the undead Community Lieutenant. Judah wouldn't have any problems beating her to a pulp a second time, but right now they needed information. 

Judah looked at his watch which said 6:24 am. He picked up his phone from the nightstand and texted Farce, [i][color=green]"Heading over now with Axel. Put some coffee on and please be dressed this time."[/color][/i] He didn't want a repeat of a situation that occurred awhile back regarding switching twins. Though now there was only one. 
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After he had packed his things in a duffel bag, Judah took off in his mustang to Farce's place. Axel sat patiently in the backseat with his seat belt on. Judah had trained him well. Axel was one of Judah's only true friends left. He stuck with him through thick and thin. 

When they arrived at Farce's apartment, Judah slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and approached the door. He knocked and waited for a reply from Farce. Hopefully she was doing alright. Losing her brother a [i]second[/i] time was an experience no one should ever have to go through. Nothing was worth Sparce's death. Nothing could bring him back now. All they could do was press on.