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Liam&Matt

	As Artemis and Mortiz left Liam stood there holding the unopened bottle with a distinct frown upon his face. None of this happened the way he intended, and he partially blamed himself for the episode. Still, he shrugged his shoulder, retreating back to the fridge as he leaned in and grabbed a second bottle, turning to Sam with a chilled vessel in both hands. After her remark about cooties, his blush faded slightly (only slightly) as he reached her and offered the beer.

	"Yeah, just worried about waking up with another full body bruise. Might be one of those angry drunks that can't hold their drink," With a smirk, he'd turn to face Clarice as she finished her remark, "Learned that the hard way, but we have a good idea of what to expect now. Also, nothing permanent was damaged."

	"No people anyways. Have to replace Lawerence's TV." Matt remarked, stepping into his own abode as he turned towards the fridge himself, "Margret lost a vase and Mark is gripping about his shirt. Spilled a glass of brandy on his shirt."

	"Mark's a dick anyways. You can order him one of those lousy sweaters that old lady keeps sending you." Liam smirked, leaning back in his seat as he twisted the bottle top free.

	"Mrs. Langley knits those. Too good for Mark," Matt replied, turning around with a bottle of his own. His vision slowly settled on Clarice, "I chose this location because I knew it's layout. Every exit and every entrance I'd passed by while working in this place. Granted I risked too much collateral, but I was confident in our ability to at least stall any issues." With that, he'd open his vessel, taking a long swig of the contents with a relieved sigh afterwards, "Still, your suggestion will be considered." With that, he'd open his own phone and began tapping on the screen with his thumb rather rapidly as he fell silent. Moment's later, every celphone in the room (aside from Liam's) would populate a message with a phone number typed across and a small line of text that read 'Matt' beneath it.

	"One thing I need to be clear on, we are no superheroes," Matt took another swig as Liam raised a brow curiously, placing both hands around his bottle as he eyed over Matt, "Part of my reasoning for this is selfish. I don't want to have to fight against every empowered person, and if I can partner or at least establish a peace treaty with them, it'd be better for me. Leave the petty crime to the cops, but if someone wants to flex their muscles, we flex ours." With that, he'd step forward before his form flickered and waned. In a blink of an eye, he was across the room at the head of the table, sitting with beer in hand.

Jericho?

Now I won't take much of your time, Garret, so I'll make this brief. You will be working for me and my accomplices from now on, or at least if you want to ensure your own security. I'm a busy man- as I'm sure you are as well- so time fooling around with loose ends are troublesome. So how about we agree to help each other?

A brief moment passed, giving Garret a moment to speak, but only a moment. Shortly afterwards, 

Now you may be asking yourself, 'Why would I work for you? How did you get this number? How on earth do you know I have the powers of Zed?'

At this point, a sinister chuckling could be heard, harrowing and unsettling as if the man took some sort of sick twisted pleasure from this whole scenario. However, a knock would resound at Garret's door, interrupting the laughter for only a moment.

Trust me... You don't want to find out these facts. Now be a good little ninja. We'll be in touch soon. The connection was terminated the moment the remark was finished, leaving Garrett with nothing but a dial tone to personify his ordeal.

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