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[color=crimson][b][h3]Φ PAYBACK Φ[/h3]Break Room, Claremont SDN[/b][/color][/center]
Just have to filter into the room…yeah, yeah, it was…it was nearly 1 PM, and Myla hadn’t really slept all that well the night before. Had to have been something she ate, had to. Did she eat much of anything? Well, that was a bit up in the air. Some jerky. Myla had been sleeping for most of the day. Fucking long shifts.

Well, there was Lightning Girl, perky as ever. Goddamn did she ever not stop being an exciting little twit. Myla had seen the gym notice late - [i]Slack[/i]. She detested it, only still had it anywhere near here because there was the off-chance that something [i]interesting[/i] would actually come up. It hadn’t come up yet. Maybe…just a little muting. Just a little one. Yeah, if Myla turned that off she’d never turn it on. ‘Little muting’. [i]Pffffft[/i].

Then there was…someone Myla didn’t recognize. Black-suited girl with a mask and tightening a water bottle like it was some fancy lock they were trying to break. Seemed nervous. What was there to be nervous about? Just a few fucking Girl Scouts, really. At least…was there? Myla kept looking around the room. Was there something she was missing? Well, besides the knock-off Phenomaman. You could tell he was a knock-off because he seemed happy and not just…existing. Why Phenomaman would ever be in Claremont would be another question that’d make him less than likely to be the real one. Fucking hell.

The kid was there, too. They were [i]still[/i] letting him around? Fucker must not really be a kid. What, was he a guy that just looked like a kid? Myla wasn’t all that sure. He also seemed kinda zoinked out, that was the general impression Myla got as she walked to one of the walls to set her bag down, lean against it. Arms crossed by general principle as Emo-girl introduced herself as Blackstar. Wasn’t there a copyright on that somewhere? Eh. What was ownership really, anyways.

Roll of the shoulders. There had to be something else. Was there? Myla swallowed. Fuck, she forgot to grab her coffee. [i]That[/i] was what it was. Goddamnit. She muttered to herself, just kind of to the sky.

[color=crimson]”Tell me it won’t be another double. That’s really all I want.”[/color]