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[b]Raphael[/b] - [b]Location[/b]: Olive Garden  - [b]Tags[/b]: Chris
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Raph nodded in agreement with Chris, but didn't say anything else. He did, however, put away three more pasta bowls. Fortunately, his anxiety about what they may find tonight didn't effect his appetite. 

As they finished up and headed back out into the snow, Raph couldn't help but get the nervous excitement he did before a raid. He'd needed to let off some steam for a while now, and what better way than pulverizing some High Order assholes?

He didn't exactly have an address for this base. He'd been given landmarks and had to figure it out from there. Raph had done his sleuthing ahead of time and was pretty sure he had the building scoped out. The old, shut down medical facility screamed "villain lair". A bright new sign outside promised a walk-in clinic that would never open. It was just a cover for shipments coming and going. Construction workers mulled about outside, smoking and chatting. These workers were sure packing heat for their blue-collar job. Raph could make out the outlines of firearms under their orange vests. 

He'd taken to a roof nearby to get a bird's eye view on the situation. Being up higher just felt safer somehow. He fiddled with the talkie Chris had given him until he made up his mind to move. 

"There's a truck coming in to drop off supplies. We could slip in through the loading bay doors and drop the witnesses." Raph wasn't much of a "plan" guy. Most of his "plans" consisted charging in, guns blazing. Except he didn't even have any guns. 



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[b]Location[/b]: - Pondering at the park [b]Tags[/b]: Open
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The snow had picked up. It fluttered and fell through Quasar as he silently drifted over the paved walking path. The flurries muted the air around him like a natural radar chaff and made the night eerily silent. The ambiance speakers hiden in the bushes played soft, gentle Christmas instrumental left over from the holiday. The glittering lights danced off the fresh snow. 

Earth sure was beautiful sometimes. Quasar had never found a planet quite so charming. Perhaps that was why he didn't mind being trapped here. Despite the crime, the suffering, and the war and inequality, humans managed to create so many wonderful things. 

Quasar paused to examine a huddled form on a bench. An unfortunate homeless fellow under a snow covered blanket. It struck pity into his metaphorical heart. 

"Sir, perhaps you should find better cover tonight. This weather isn't safe for a furless mammal."

After he received no response, Quasar formed a small, bright light on his hand and held it in front of the gentleman's face. He was met by a blank, stony stare, unreactive pupils, and a vomit encrusted chin. This man was dead. Probably from a drug overdose. The darkest corners of mankind had struck yet again and taken another life with it. 

Quasar straightened up and continued to stare at the unfortunate sight. He wasn't quite sure what to do. He felt bad leaving this poor human's remains here, but there really wasn't much he could do for him now.