[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Inside Building - Bourbon Street -- New Orleans, Louisiana 
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	After Kristin killed the last one that Ezekiel had previously shot, he unstrung his bow and put the items away. He retrieved his sword and pushed the top of the hilt so that it shrunk back into the sun keychain. He looked at Janelle when she commented on the poor timing of their argument. He just shrugged, not really caring if she found it annoying. [color=#EEE8AA]”We’ve been doing it for years. It keeps us on our toes and we haven’t wavered in our fighting from it,”[/color] Ezekiel noted. If she found it annoying, Ezekiel would try to limit it but he wasn’t going to make any promises. It was easy to pick on Kristin. 
	At the mention of transport and how they were going to get the rest of the way there. [color=#EEE8AA]”Probably, since none of us can drive.”[/color] The last mission they had gone on, Leda was the one who could drive. Which was why they stole a car. Ezekiel supposed they could try that and between him and Kristin, one of them could get them there safely.