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MissNutmeg said:
"Ha, yeah." Zen shut his phone off and pulled out a little bottle of pure caffeine and drank a good portion of it. (Zen is literally fueled by caffeine, it's what keeps him going.)
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Char raised an eyebrow. "A little unhealthy, ay?" she said not blocking out her Scottish accent. This is why she had a energy pack her chip could run on, therefore powering her.
 
Firestein nodded to Sammy. "Yes, it will be dangerous, but you already knew that this wasn't going to be a walk in the park, right? It's a recon mission. Lots of bad guys guarding on good guy, and you gotta fish him out." He strode out of the pretzel stand, snagged one of the doughy snacks off of the register, and shoved it in his mouth. The subway was now almost completely empty, save for a few leaned against the wall, or sitting on a bench with a phone. James motioned back to the stand. "Fff fruf-" he swallowed, "I mean, feel free to take one. It's on me. There's a sugary one that I'm particularly fond of. Or cheesy stuff. Anyway, might be a good idea. Long ride ahead of you."
No sooner had he said so, than the screech of brakes echoed into the tunnel. A short, two-car train pulled into the station, jet black. "I call it my dark horse." He added, then winked. "Comes with the castle."
 
HeavensHens88 said:
~Ash reached out to take the pen, her fingers trembling with an apprehension watered by the fact that he was giving them weapons. She eyed the others' more traditional items of defense circumspectly. She looked back to the pen and fingered it slowly, as if in a bemused sort of reverence. Then she carefully unhooked the singular pen from the simple necklace of twine she kept around her neck before dropping the original and replacing it with the enchanted pen. "Mr. Firestein," she began steadily, the word skydiving on continual replay in her mind, "if we're in need of weapons... how exactly... dangerous... is this mission going to be?"~


(It's so obvious... that it's perfect. :lau)
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Sammy picked up the pen Ash dropped, she didn't know why. She looked curiously at Firestein, awaiting his answer.
Fanci Feathers Marans said:
"I, um... don't know how to say this." Barnes said, turning to the black-haired boy. "We had an agent, the man you met in that old building? He went by Noble. Good man, always had been. But just recently, he..." he glanced over at Janet, who was still preoccupied with Leona's slow divulging of information. "He went AWOL." He whispered. "He took Leona and hid her in there. We weren't sure what to do. I didn't want to tell Janet- he loved that kid, believe me, you wouldn't think he'd hurt anyone. But when he did that... he wouldn't let any of us near him, so I needed a distraction..."
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"So, you're saying.... we killed one of your former employees for you?" Crow asked, more curiosity than suspicion in his voice now.
 
RoostersAreAwesome said:
Sammy picked up the pen Ash dropped, she didn't know why. She looked curiously at Firestein, awaiting his answer.

"So, you're saying.... we killed one of your former employees for you?" Crow asked, more curiosity than suspicion in his voice now.
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Barnes backed away from Janet, "Um... I did say that you didn't do what I had expected. I just needed a few outsiders to distract while I grabbed the kid, but..."

"But nothing!" Janet snapped.
 
Fanci Feathers Marans said:
Firestein nodded to Sammy. "Yes, it will be dangerous, but you already knew that this wasn't going to be a walk in the park, right? It's a recon mission. Lots of bad guys guarding on good guy, and you gotta fish him out." He strode out of the pretzel stand, snagged one of the doughy snacks off of the register, and shoved it in his mouth. The subway was now almost completely empty, save for a few leaned against the wall, or sitting on a bench with a phone. James motioned back to the stand. "Fff fruf-" he swallowed, "I mean, feel free to take one. It's on me. There's a sugary one that I'm particularly fond of. Or cheesy stuff. Anyway, might be a good idea. Long ride ahead of you."
No sooner had he said so, than the screech of brakes echoed into the tunnel. A short, two-car train pulled into the station, jet black. "I call it my dark horse." He added, then winked. "Comes with the castle."
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Sammy swiped a pretzel, hand moving so fast it was barely visible. She wanted to ask Firestein so many questions, like why he called the train a 'dark horse', or why he lived in a jail, or why he had a pretzel stand that also doubled as a weapons storage. Instead, she ate her pretzel. But there was one thing she couldn't stop from asking. "Uh, how long is this mission going to take?"
 

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