[hider=Airport Scene One][center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjExNi43ZDE0ZmYuUVd4a2IzVnpJRTFsY21ObGNnLCwuMwAA/antro-vectra.regular.png[/img][/center][hr][b]Zun - Airport
Anna ([@Anza])[/b][hr]
Well then, they ended up acting quicker than he had anticipated. The red orbs blinked in and out of existence with the ensuing assault. If anything, the skeleton, calmly and collectedly turned his head towards the chaotic screams and frantic scurrying of citizens and Nomads alike. He would of grimaced if he could, especially after a bountiful amount of bullets whizzed in his directions.

Granted, they either left holes in his clothing, with a decent amount of shots being landed above his frontal bone, causing a part of it to cave in. This was rather annoying as he ducked down as the sound of two bullets rattled inside his skull, but one of the women he was speaking to had already departed before fleeing elsewhere.

The Lich could hardly blame her as he picked the two bullets from his skull and flicked them to the side. [color=662d91]"I suppose we can chat some other time ma'am, apologies for the inconvenience,"[/color] he prattled, looking up at the lady before rising up once more and bushing his tattered clothes off.

He took nary a glance at the blonde lady before dashing into the skirmish, dodging a couple of bullets fired in his general direction. From what he saw, some of these mysterious black figures were attempting to take up defensive positions, whether it was jumping behind counters to hiding behind pillars.

Whatever the case was, he didn't engage with them, ducking and weaving out of the way towards some unknown objective. It wasn't long before he was forced to engage with some of these individuals as he turned a corner and promptly took some buckshot to the chest. The recoil caused him to stumble just a tad, but he still had enough time to grasp his head and chuck it at the person as they cocked their pump-shotgun.

His body sunk into the ground instantly once his head had started soared through the air. As 'he' flew, the man watched that same opponent trying to quickly level their aim, attempting to blow Aldous' skull to smithereens. Distracted, the skeleton took the opportunity to shoot out from the airport ground, fist first, into the persons chin.

That was an unfortunate part of his attack they had to endure as they stumbled back and fired into the ceiling, completely missing the mark. The others with the soldier quickly took aim at Aldous as he was reattaching his head and opened fire. While they did get a couple of shots off on him, his skills allowed him to duck out of the way as he quickly placed a foot behind one of shotgun guys legs, with the resulting stumbling from the person causing them to tumble over and fall on their ass.

While he didn't exactly neutralize the person, it kept them preoccupied, long enough for Aldous to quickly engage the one to the left of them. As soon as he locked eyes (or at least he believed he did), his went into a crouching stance as they fired at him. The one on the right was more successful in damaging a few rib bones than the person the Lich targeted, bobbing and weaving before going for a straight, followed by a right jab which cracked their helmet.

Instead of attempting to fire, they attempted to reorient themselves after being caught off-balance by holding their gun up to block the attacks, only for a left hook to follow up, causing them to stumble and trip on top of the soldier with the shotgun.

Following that, he went for the next opponent, who had already backed up a few meters by first standing in place as a visible, ethereal glow formed in his hands before tossing what looked to be a skull encapsulated in cyan goo at the assailant. Of course, instead of ducking out of the way, they promptly decided to fire at the ball, giving Aldous enough time to go into a dive, crouching in tandem with the other soldier who decided to duck to avert being hit...

Only to meet the orbs of the skeleton who quickly put an abrupt end to their firing as spines that seemingly came from no where began to mesh with his own, causing his spine to promptly elongate in their direction, directly hitting their head and flying a meter back.
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While he had lost a minute, Aldous swiftly recuperated and whipped his head around before noticing some restrooms. Ducking between the gunfire and weaving between any Nomad skirmishes with these mysterious black soldiers, he disappeared into what looked to be the mens room before promptly kicking out a "Caution - Wet" sign.

Outside of the noise erupting from the conflict, the bathroom remained consistently quiet, though it wasn't long before a curious being - an almost dwarf-like skeleton hobbled out, before being followed by a couple of more skeletons in differing shapes and sizes.
[hr]Anna ([@Anza]), Jasmine ([@Kamen Evie]), Nameless ([@DocRock]), Oh-One, Yoko ([@Ruler Inc]), and Rod ([@wxps350])[hr]
Even with the mysterious intruders spreading across the area like tumors flowing through a persons bloodstream, their voracious assault, while brutal and executed swiftly, was brought to a rather abrupt halt.

Even with them taking most of the area, slaughtering a ton of innocents in the process, for every life they seemed to claim, five more of them fell to a Nomad's hand. In fact, due to the numerous amount of Nomad's inhabiting the lobby, it appeared to be as if the former was holding the line here and seemingly pushing the struggling assailants back.

[b]"The Malignant's are slaughtering us! Where are the ECLI-[i]*gurgle.*"[/i][/b]

One of the intruders tried to radio in before promptly taking a heel to where their throat was, subsequently crushing their windpipe as they stumbled back, only to be skewered with three other of their compatriots by harpoon before flying back across the room to the woman who tossed it, giving a thumbs up to the martial artist, who gave the same friendly response back, before ducking under a pistol whip from another and headbutting them.

The ongoing melee continued, with a few new soldier's joining the fray. Despite the overwhelming amount of numbers, they were slowly being whittled down, even if it wasn't obvious to the naked eye. However, that all came to an end when, seemingly, a new threat began to emerged, whether coming down from a rope like a spider, emerging from a blind spot, or almost coming out of thing air between the intruders and Nomad's.

Based on their dark color scheme alone, it was blatantly obvious that they were associated with the intruders in plain black, however there was something almost seemingly different about each and every one of these units. [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/293787071997411328/560282316409143326/raven-del-mundo-blackwatch.jpg]Outside of their jet black hoods and white mechanical masks, each with differing designs than the rest[/url], they seemed to carry around a melee weapon of their choosing, whether it was a hooksword or a labrys, it had a mechanical, inorganic look to it with its sleek plating, pulsating red and blue wires running across some of them, and even had a holographic keypad on a few as well.

However, one of the most curious parts about them was either their asymmetric arms or legs; they looked to be augmented, replaced with machinery and tech that provided some form of offense and utility. Smooth metal plating, sharpened claws on some that made them look factory new, 

Some of them strutted calmly through the battle, as if they had already claimed dominion over the airports lobby floor, while others performed acrobatics before landing and quickly darting at the closest Nomad. Whatever the case was, even if the Nomad's couldn't tell, relief passed under their helmets as some tried to get out of range of these people they considered Threat Level One Malignants.

They had varying levels with success as they were radioed by one of them.

[b]"ECLIPSE Unit's reporting in to assist the SHADE's in inoculating the vicinity. All SHADE Unit's, inhibit the Malignant's while we amputate."[/b]

Despite there not being too many of them, with the ratio being one for every thirty soldiers, they were shown to be plenty efficient already. One Nomad in a turban had attempted to approach to perform an array of attacks, only to spectacularly miss, in no part due to the technology they had. The one he had attempted to assault had anticipated this and shot the more mechanical of their arm towards a pillar and latched onto it before flying back towards it.

They were distracted long enough for one to sneak up from behind, and provided a rocket powered kick to the mans back, launching him forward. If that wasn't enough, another who was on cue, dashed and held a halberd out at the precise angle. The Nomad didn't know what hit him as his neck made contact with the weapon, cleanly severing his head.

The headless body flew towards the one that grappled to the pillar, though the ECLIPSE unit seemed unfazed as the nonchalantly held an arm out and caught the now headless man. Taking merely five seconds to survey the area, they disposed of the body by tossing at another Nomad who was busy juggling them and the other units providing suppressing fire.

This was enough for that other group to secure a kill on said Nomad as the corpse had knocked them off balance enough for the ECLIPSE to exploit an opening. The ECLIPSE unit paused, watching as their compatriot front-flip over a projectile their opponent shot at them, gracefully soaring through the air as they unholstered what looked to be an older, Winchester rifle and strangely shot out some form of gas instead of a bullet.

This left some reaction on the Nomad who hacked and coughed inside the cloud before the same ECLIPSE unit who shot that had clicked something on the gun, causing it to unfold and turned in what could be defined as a serrated whip. It wasn't long before they began choking and bleeding out the Nomad as the weapon dug into her throat, the woman desperately scratching at the persecutor behind her, arms lunging as she tried to free herself from the shackles of the unit.

However, instead of asphyxiating or letting her bleed out, they snapped her neck; more efficient and wasted less time as they tossed the body to the side and began engaging another Nomad in a bloody battle, utilizing their adept acrobatics and transforming weapon to their advantage. The same could be said for the same ECLIPSE soldier who had tossed the body, who was now combating another Nomad who looked to be a fencer.

Regardless, the tides were turning in their favor; while the amount of casualties on their side decreased minute by minute, the amount of Nomad bodies were slowly beginning to pile up.[/hider]
[hider=Airport Scene Two][b]Al ([@A Lowly Wretch]), Claudette ([@Ruler Inc])[/b][hr]
While most of the mysterious soldiers had some of their guns off safety, they were firing at the crowds in hopes of dissuading them from pursuing or getting in the way. Some greenhorns, while aiming either showed reluctance in putting their guns off safety or obeyed their orders and seamlessly melded into their new role.

It wasn't long before adrenaline began to kick in; despite their instigation, they were now not only fighting for the mission, but their very lives. Some of their own were put down by a stray Nomad or two, same going for those in the airport. The rookies, who were reluctant, finally switched off the safety and mimicked what their brethren were doing, the sounds of violence beating into their ears.

However, rookie or veteran alike, they did one thing - avoid gunning down that girl, the target, who was now fleeing from their general direction. Some hustled to try to catch and apprehend the girl so they could extract her. However, that ended up being interrupted when a young man barreled over them all, units and Nomads alike, in what they considered to be some misplaced sense of heroism.

Regardless, their guns were down as they continued their pursuit of the girl, only to bring them back up and began aiming it in Al's general direction. Their guns were lined at each part of his body, some with the intent to blow his brains out, hit an internal organ, kneecap or just generally impede any sense of movement; all that was left now was to pull the trigger.

And so, they did. They unloaded their clip in the boys general direction, pump-action or full auto, they all unrelentingly began gunning for the wall of flesh that was blocking their progress.
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Al ([@A Lowly Wretch]), Yasmina[/b][hr]
Despite all the gunfire, there was a particular Nomad who also launched himself into the fray, front flipping through the air and striking a pose in the process, flexing both of his arms as he stared down the soldiers with an apparently smug smirk plastered on his face. Instead of Al taking all the shots, it was this guy, right here.

And, strangely enough, the bullets bounced off of him, with an audible [i]clink, clink, clink[/i] as he stood there, with his shit-eating grin, crossing his arms as he slowly began to approach. The man made sure to make them feel every stomp he made as he approached them, tearing his hoodie off much like someone would tear up tissue paper, revealing the full extent of his perfectly chiseled, carbonized face. 

This hulking Adonis slowly made his approach, with some standing their ground and firing at the men. Some of the other soldiers, however, strafed around and got a couple of shots at Al, resulting in some close calls, a couple of bullets grazing his skin, and the exceptions that hit him.

However, there was a third group - the ones who decided to rush at this new threat and decided to hose him down with bullets.

Gabriel easily guessed which ones were the morons of the group as he slowly levied his arm back, putting all the weight he could into this hit, and aiming at one of the miscreants who had managed to get in close and began firing rounds into the mans face. Their desperation was met with a sudden realization plowing into their gut and a twinkle in the mans glorious speckles of orange in his eyes.

There was a very audible crack as the man buried his fist into the soldier's chest, to the point where some of them swore they saw a small bump of an outline forming on his back, as well as red explosions emanating from that area. That wasn't the end, as he rapidly shot out another punch, causing a white explosion to erupt, before finally, the final punch.

In tandem with the blue explosion that momentarily burst out from his back, the man flew back at unimaginable speeds. Only a few who were in position were lucky enough to dive out before the impact, while others, well.

They had a nice flight as the weapons shot out of their hands from the collision as they tumbled back thirty meters or so before crashing into one of the pillars lining the airport. Instead of leaving some form of indent, the bottom half of the pillar was gone, replaced with debris, stone, dust, and unmoving bodies.

Before he could so much react to the others who approached them, they were scuttling back, firing at this man who seemed completely invulnerable to damage. Even a couple of them, in-tandem, decided to all pull the pin and chuck grenades at the man, only for him to be unaffected by the explosion. This was before they were met with a hearty roar of amusement as he crossed his arms.

[color=ed1c24]"Ma-ha-han! So this is the best they had to send? It's almost insulting,"[/color] he chuckled, outstretching his arms in a shrug as he looked up to the ceiling shaking his head before looking back at the two fleeing behind him. [color=ed1c24]"You guys, whoever you get outta here, I'll take on these KOSCHEI bastards,"[/color] he shouted back to Al and Yasmina, giving them both an Oscar-Winning grin and thumbs up before turning back to face the soldiers.

While he wasn't looking, the ones who were firing at the other Nomad instead decided to back up and turn their sights on Gabriel, taking off the heat from the boy and girl. Of course, unlike the last thirty seconds, he lacked the invulnerability to shrug off the discomfort of the bullets hitting him, but he had another plan.

Closing his eyes, taking in a deep breath and focusing, he looked inwards towards himself, the mans muscles that were once as large as a barge now becoming more lean and slender, giving him a aerobicized body. Then, as if on cue, his eyes swiftly opened and flared blue for a split second before he vigorously cried, [color=ed1c24]"Technique of Justice!"[/color]

And with that, he rushed into the frenzied bullet hell with a new, spontaneous surge of speed as he hopped passed bullets flying at him, ducking, weaving, rolling, sliding. It was as if he was styling on these men and women and turning it into some kind of show.

This would continue for the next few minutes as the man dodged their array of attacks, with an audible amount of taunting that could be heard from the one-sided fight.[/hider]
[hider=Airport Scene Three][hr][b]Isabella ([@Kamen Evie]), Shayton ([@Ruler Inc])[/b][hr]
Once the man with no name had buggered off, the [url=https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/13fc414f-27ed-499b-8c29-b959f5996ae8/d25cefs-b3178717-934b-4373-81c7-5b574b47b98b.jpg/v1/fill/w_786,h_1017,q_70,strp/assassin_creed__the_bartender_by_pen_gwyn_d25cefs-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTE2NSIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzEzZmM0MTRmLTI3ZWQtNDk5Yi04YzI5LWI5NTlmNTk5NmFlOFwvZDI1Y2Vmcy1iMzE3ODcxNy05MzRiLTQzNzMtODFjNy01YjU3NGI0N2I5OGIuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTkwMCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.zDjWF7EXrFLkOQXBtQXNh6-L76MIhiSpLbScdgwolvE]bartender[/url] let out a small sigh and disappeared into a door nearby, leaving the bar unattended for the duration of a minute or two. Despite all the hail of gunfire and chaos, this dingy place stood out against the growing mayhem that was occurring. It was tranquil, though that could have to do with the type of patrons most of these people were, with some looking over and dismissing the whole ordeal before going back to drinking, chatting at a table, or eating a meal.

Only really a few of the people there were on edge, quivering in their boots. It was hard, nay, borderline impossible to ignore the raving sounds of people clashing, firearms going off, the screams and shouting, and so on. It was too much, to the point where some shrunk back into their seat, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

However one brave soul shakily arose and scrambled to the counter and clamped onto it for dear life. He was shakily looking around for something, some sort of bell, whistle, button, [i]anything[/i] to alert the now absent bartender. He was frantic, turning between glancing at the exit and the door the man went through, it felt like hours before the bartender emerged from the door, looking back and talking to some unseen figure.

[b]"-na? Yeah, I'll be sure t' let em' all know.[/b] Popping the door closed, he approached the counter once more, looking over each of the patrons, only to notice one of the men his waiters had been serving had decided to take up point at the counter. Holding up a finger, he calmly announced to [b]"Give me one second sir, I'll be with you in a minute."[/b]

However, the frenetic man would have none of this as he quickly relocated to the front of the man and grasped the bartenders collar, yanking the man with a surprising amount of strength towards him. [b]"We don't have a minute, have you seen what's going on out there,"[/b] he hissed, dragging the man ever so closer.

[b]"We all need to get the hell out of here before-"[/b]

[b]"Sir, I'm trying to do my job. [i]Please[/i] let go of me."[/b] The bartender stared at the man, unfazed and unblinking, eyeing the frightened man as he reached under the counter. This did not please the other party as they, in fact, saw this action and appeared even more enraged at this slight and dragged them even closer and going ballistic, his low, quivering hiss becoming an ear piercing shriek, enough so that the entire restaurant could hear it.

[b]"Doing your job? Doing your fucking job?! There's probably some crazed fuckers in the airport shooting up the place and you want to do your job at a time like this?! Are you fucking mental or something?!"[/b] He went like this for a minute, with some patrons, Nomads or not, getting up and excusing themselves, only for a couple to dive back into the restaurant when the sound of gunfire could be heard nearby. One of the former patrons was actually screaming in pain and clutching their sides as they bled out.

The man went pale before shoving the bartender away and in his panicked state, began searching around for some form of exit, desperate to escape. The only way he saw to get out was the door the bartender came through. However, he didn't have enough time as numerous soldiers in black appeared at the entrance, aiming their guns at each of the customers eating there. As soon as they arrived, some tensed up, others stayed calm, and a small percentage even cried.

But the man? He was hyperventilating, staring now the barrels of the guns as much as those soldiers were staring down the sights. And before anyone knew it, the sound of bullets flying could be heard.

[i]Rrrratatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatata!

Rrrratatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatata!

Rrrratatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatata![/i]

Before the men and women in black could even get off a single shot, they were reduced to nothing but a fine red mist, succumbing to shock and the multiple bullet wounds they now possessed and tumbled over. Outside the restaurant/bar Isabella and Shayton were sitting in were two remote controlled Gatling Guns that had emerged from the diners sign.

The man who was harassing the bartender had long since crumpled to a heap and passed out, but it didn't stop the latter from peering over and checking to see if he was alright before returning to his original task.

Clearing his throat, the bartender flipped a few switched under the counter before pulling out a microphone. Giving it a few taps, everyone there could hear the muffled sound which was a clear enough indication that it was functioning. [b]"Good afternoon everyone at The Brethren's Rest,[/b] a husky voice could be heard throughout the intercoms lining the joint.

[b]"There seems to be some miscreants causing trouble about the place. We can provide a substantial amount of protection for free if you stay in the shop. [i]However,[/i] after five minutes, we'll be closing up shop 'til the ensuing melee ends."

"If you wanna participate in the fight, feel free to go, though at least leave us a tip... also, if you can, send any civilians our way; we'll be sure to keep em' safe and fed."[/b] And with that, the sounds of clicking of switches reverberated through the microphone before the static fizzled out.

Some Nomads took that as their cue to leave, fewer even forked up some cash for the service they were offered as they received a thank you from the bartender as he swiped up the cash as he pulled out a first aid kit before hopping over the counter and tending to the bleeding patron.

Regardless, some went back to ordering more steak or grabbing a beer, others just went back to chatting, and some regular families continued to look mortified at this whole scene, even more so that a lot of the people here were acting like it never even happened.[/hider]
[hider=Airport Scene Four][hr][b]Ivory ([@wxps350])[/b][hr]
With the few people occupying the runway, one would think that there wouldn't be too many people occupying the area at the time. However, despite making a sprint away from the scene, the glass shattering was more than enough to alert some of the employees there who had witnessed the destruction of airport property, as well as the sudden entourage of soldiers in black hustling towards the field.

Any sorts of shouts or screams were instantly drowned out in this area as well, as bullets rained upon any living thing they set their eyes out. Workers trolling along some baggage, employees refilling the planes for their next flight, and even that one stray woman with silver hair who was making a mad dash across the runway.

If Ivory were to look behind her, she would see the formation of the armored soldiers not only continuing to shoot on sight, but had two sets of soldiers break off into two squadrons. The first went to address the window Ivory had broken, having soldiers set up point while another abducted a luggage tram from some poor mans corpse, giving him a kick off before driving to where their allies were.

Seems they were adamant about covering even the most minute of exits as a couple began to even organize the bags to maximize the amount of cover they had with this makeshift cover while others aimed at the area where a pane once stood.

The other squad, however, had different plans. While they had broken off from the main group, they weren't exactly shooting anyone unless they were in their way, even Ivory who they all had in their sights. They displayed a strange amount of restraint as they hustled towards an empty lot containing a compressed tarmac and what looked to be large doors that appeared to lead to some hangar.

Really didn't look too out of the ordinary from a first glance, but the small battalion seemed to revere it with some sort of caution, even slowing down their march as they pulled up their guns and slowly began to inch around the area, examining the tarmac, then the doorway, creeping ever so closer.

Even with these details, there was still one more division left, one that had the largest congregation of soldiers. Despite them combing the area and exterminating most of the staff outside, they turned their sights to Ivory and began firing off at her. A couple of shots grazed the woman or outright missed, though it didn't seem they were actively pursuing her.

In fact, the more area they covered, the less and less numerous they became. Their numbers were dwindling and if she continued to note of the area, it would be blatantly obvious as to why there was a significant decrease in the number of them roaming.

Like the first set of soldiers, they had began taking point, setting up trams, baggage, corpses, anything they could get their sable gloves on to improvise some form of cover. Some areas were much more layered than others, with a few being thin to the point where some of the units were basically left out in the open. From the looks of it, though, they seemed to be forming around any doors or jet bridges that weren't already covered.[/hider]
[hider=Airport Scene Five][hr][b]Margot, Otsana ([@redbaron1234])[/b][hr]
It wasn't difficult to say the area was destitute of life.

[b][i]Pampff.[/i][/b]

Or, at least absent of any friendly life in the sights of these soldiers in jet black armor.

[b][i]Pampff.[/i][/b]

But regardless, there looked to be a bloody skirmish here that was absent of all the noises that was echoing throughout the rest of the airport, if the-

[b][i]Pampfff.[/i][/b]

-baggage claims weren't constantly delivering luggage every couple of seconds as they popped out of a metallic terminal before sliding right down onto the carousal. However, even with this automated system running, the soldiers were repossessing the luggage for their own gains, intermixing them with a couple of dead bodies to build a shambling barricade.

The area was swarming with soldiers, to the point where they could overpower a Nomad with gunfire alone if they weren't careful. Further more, there looked to be ten large, numbered baggage carousals stationed in the vicinity, rotating and delivering the luggage of passengers, deceased or otherwise. Besides that, there looked to be gaudy posters in a frames lining the east side of the airport, displaying some form of information about the tournament taking place in Zun, or some forms of entertainment or restaurants.

Other than that, there were a few outlets lining this portion of the airport, ranging from selling fake jewelry to the usual fast-food joint, even there was a shop dedicated to selling knickknacks that looked to pass them off as a part of the 'authentic' Zun experience. However, this was also where customs was located at as well, being found mainly on the second floor.

However, the soldiers didn't look to break into these places, opting to leave them alone, as well as any living employees or customers who sought shelter inside, having more important things to do, such as supply duty.

Others patrolled the first and second floor, often pausing to peak in certain directions depending on what floor they were on. Others just stood in position, guns trained on any exits or entrances, ready to fire at a moments notice. Even fewer were relaxed enough to engage in other activities, like playing solitaire, resting on their laurels, or even engaging in some small talk.

[b]"... seriously, I can't believe it myself y'know,"[/b] one of three units grumbled to their other two compatriots positioned by one of the north eastern pillars. At this time, their voice modulators had been deactivated, sounding less Darth Vader-esque than the other troopers.

[b]"Ja, a promotion just for guessin' when the gal would show up. Hmph, calculations my ass."[/b]

[b]"Hah, I getcha'; even if she figured it out, she ain't the one havin' to show up and put her ass on the line for some girl who might not even [i]be[/i] the princess."[/b]

The trio went on jabbering about miscellaneous things from time to time, to the point where it just went in a full circle, going on about what one of their co-workers discovered, talking about some cat boy and tall woman, their goals, restating why they joined, what they're gonna do after the mission is done, etc. All this small talk lent itself to being a marginal diversion, hell, they even seemed no alert than most of the others who had taken the area.

[b]"... er, uhm, run it by me again, [i]why[/i] we need to DETAIN that gal again? Like, we have..."[/b][/hider]