[center][h2][color=ec008c]Astrad Lungren[/color][/h2]
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Location: Asgard
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	Astrad was back on his feet just as fast as he had been thrown to the ground; he had gotten used to getting shot at raher quickly in the last few hours. He didn't display any signs of annoyance, or any other emotion, for that matter; it was just that people throwing electricity or light at him has become a highly common occurrence. [color=ec008c]"I was literally told to shoot her and her friends in the head from a distance by my superior. I decided not to, [i]you're welcome.[/i] Now can we all please just go back to Earth so that we will part ways and hopefully never see each other again. And maybe kick some shapeshifters at the face."[/color] Astrad would just sigh rather dejectedly and went away, going towards the direction that Nanna had pointed. Amelia was the only one he had any measure of liking at the moment now, except of course for their Asgardian hosts. Nanna was nice. Very nice.

	[color=ec008c]"Let's just go already..."[/color] He didn't want to stay around the hostile couple any longer. But again, it was his fault that the pregnant woman was so mad, but... Astrad just didn't have a choice back there. His superior was rather strict. And speaking of Sitwell... what could have had happened to him and the other agents in the Cube anyway...?