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[h2]Bat Flight[/h2]
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The interiors of the factory were not some sort of military bunker, but was quite different- a flea market was going on. Vendors were set up inside the abandoned building, selling wares from clothing to highly illegal Lacrima weaponry. The factory itself was long abandoned by its former owner and their company, having since become rather derelict. The stone walls were beaten down from weathering, the overarching roof had several large gaps in it, the floor was dirty and only covered by several cheap carpets, and the pillars supporting the main portion of the building didn't look all too sound. Despite this, though, the building was still bustling with life, shoppers running to and fro to get their hands on illegal wares, with men in brown robes wielding magic rifles patrolling the area in large numbers. 

At the end of the factory, behind a pair of large metal doors, was a large office, the office of Keslar Magnate. Magnate’s office was massive, the size of a small theater, perhaps, and was covered wall-to-wall with magic weapons of various kinds. Magnate was behind his large polished deck, feet kicked up, a Magic Pump Shotgun in his hands. At his right side was his right-hand man and head of all security at the factory, Tiger, who was gazing intensely into a silver orb, and to his left was a small white cat, ensnared in a blue net hanging from the ceiling. The cat stared angrily but silently ahead. 

[b]"What's wrong? Bat's got your tongue?"[/b] Keslar sneered with an evil grin. [b]"Don't you worry, little kitty. We'll find a nice home for you soon. At least, a home that belongs to the highest bidder."[/b]

[b][color=a36209]"Boss."[/color][/b] Tiger spoke up as he looked up from the crystal ball. [b][color=a36209]"We got a problem."[/color][/b]

[b]"Problem?"[/b] Magnate laughed. [b]"We're making tons of money right now, and this little thing's gonna get us a ton more! What makes you think there's a problem."[/b]

Tiger's gaze turned towards the Guild Master. [b][color=a36209]"The Security Lacrima we've placed around the facility have detected four intruders. Three female, one lizard...thing. Most likely, they're hired mercenaries from the Ducards. Obviously, they're going outside the law to get their Exceed back."[/color][/b]

[b]"Only four? We have, like, quadruple their numbers. If they get any closer, turn 'em to ash."[/b] Keslar grinned. 

[b][color=a36209]"Of course. Our numbers easily overpower theirs's, and that's assuming that I don't join the fray myself. I just thought I'd let you know."[/color][/b]

[b]"Thank you, Skinner.'preciate it. Just try and bring 'em back alive, you hear? They might prove useful yet."[/b]

Johnny Skinner, the Tiger, placed the orb down on Keslar's desk and gave a nod. [b][color=a36209]"Will do."[/color][/b] He moved towards the doors of the office, ready to go join the rest of his ranks. Easy pickings, they'd be. 

At least, so he thought. 

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