The New World Blues

[mythicdawnmaster]

No OOC In the RP itself

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It was dark out, now. The road that marked one of the few routes between Sustenance and Hope was going to have a Government convoy pass through it soon enough, heading to pick up some military supplies from Sustenance to bring back to Hope's top-notch training academies and universities. The Recalcitrancy was going to be taking those supplies for themselves, better it went to people who weren't going to turn civilization into a prison. The clouds to to the west glowed bright orange, marking the location of Sustenance, the smaller of the two cities. The odd smoke trail could be seen in the sky, billowing from the numerous factories and chemical plants.

 

Set up along both sides of the road were two hidden machine gun nests, one on each side, and a squad of Recalcitrancy soldiers each. Samuel occupied the northern side of the road, which to the convoy drivers would be the right. A scoped, jet-black FN FAL was cradled in his arms. Low-tech compared to some of the Government's weapons, but still quite effective. The magazine was filled with armor-piercing rounds, as the mission was to kill the Government officials, retrieve the supplies from Sustenance, and then bring them to an undisclosed location where the Recalcitrancy would use for themselves, as opposed to destroying the vehicles like explosive rounds would. This information had been given to both squads via the blue pill they were all so familiar with.

 

A small pair of lights appeared on the distanct horizon. The radio within Samuel's helmet filled his ears with back-and-forth voices between the two captains. They revised the plans and strategies that they had concocted during the journey to their current positions. As the convoy approached the radio went silent, and the troopers waited. The first vehicle approached, a large military personnel truck, and the two machine gun nests opened up.

 

The night was blasted with flashes and the whoomp of each round fired from the machine guns. The drivers were killed instantly, fifty bullets showering the front of the truck in lead and death. It ran out of control and flipped onto its side, blocking the highway. The machine guns moved up the line and slaughtered the drivers of each car, systematically and mercilessly. The Government soldiers that accompanied the convoy, despite being spared the decimating power of the nests, were quickly dispatched by the light infantry squads from each position. There was nowhere to take cover. Samuel popped his head out from behind cover, and a burst of three rounds from the FN FAL dropped one faster than he could blink, the armor-piercing rounds blowing right through any protection he wore. It was a bloodbath, it was ugly, and it was necessary. Samuel was untouched by any sort of moral guilt, he'd done worse than this to good people. It was over in less than a minute, and the highway was littered with blood and corpses.

 

"All clear!" one of the captains barked.

 

The Recalcitrancy soldiers moved to the ambush site, their positions exposed. Everybody in the convoy was dead, nobody even lived to flee. They each knew what they had to do, and the troopers took up positions in the vehicles that remained, most hidden in the back. Samuel was one of the people that would be driving. He entered the driver's seat of an LAV, and brought the engine to life. Once the word was given, they'd continue to Sustenance.

[Brutii]

John walked the streets of Hope, passing patrols of soldiers and groups of civilians, he proceeded to one of the military structures. John entered, passing guards and walking through the halls until he came to a small circular room. He walked up to a man with blonde hair, who was one of the tallest in the room. "You called, Sir?"

"Ah, lieutenant, about time you got here. I've got good news and bad news. We've lost contact with a convoy, no prizes for guessing what our estimations are. You're squad... they were amongst that number John." Johns throat went dry, he felt guilty, he should have been with them, instead he'd taken a day

"And the good news?" John asked slowled

"It finally went through. O'Neil, you're finally Commander O'Neil. I'm sorry about you're squad John. But I've already got a replacement lined up"

'Replacement' John went hot with rage, the commander just passed it over like their deaths we're nothing "Who?"

"Crimson."

"Crimson..." John began, the squadron held a legendary status amongst the deployment of Hope. They had more confirmed rebel kills than the rest of the garrison... if you believed the rumours, that is. He doubted that one, but he didn't doubt their qualifications.

"Son, do not make me regret this. I know you young pups think Crimson is the best thing since sliced bread, but they are only human. If you succeed, you'll also be a legend, if you fail... your careerer is over."

"Sir... I..."

"Excellent. You can find your new team in the barracks, dismissed"

"Sir..."

"I said dismissed, O'Neil!" The Colonol shouted

"Yes Sir!" John said, before turning and leaving the bunker

 

 

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EMILE DUPREE

 

Emile climbed out the back of one of the convoy trucks. He'd entered with his shotgun and slaughtered the surviving government troops. Most were wounded beyond the ability to fight, Emile didn't care, he butchered them any way. He was carrying the head of a Sergeant Major. He'd taken the eyes out with his knife, before slicing off the nose and ripping out the teeth. He passed two rebels, one almost throw up over it. Emile grinned slightly and held up the head for the rebels to see "I killed 5, this was a... sergeant major Jacob Wright." He said, reading the man's dog tags.

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Samuel sat in the driver's seat, and didn't care about any severed heads, which that Emile fellow seemed to be presenting. He was just waiting for the word to go. The radio came alive with noise again, that captains telling everyone to get into the trucks. Samuel opened the door and stood up on the step leading into the cabin, and shouted.

 

"Let's go, let's go, into the trucks! You heard the man!" No humor from this soldier. "Dupree! He's dead, we get it, into the trucks! Time for trophies after!" He took his duties with the Recalcitrancy seriously, he didn't fool around.

 

Most of the soldiers that were riding in Samuel's truck sat in the back, he didn't see who his passenger was, nor did he care. When the order came for them to get moving, the convoy drove around the wrecked truck blocking the highway. Sustenance loomed on the horizon, massive walls standing a hundred feet tall and twice as thick. Samuel's LAV was the second in the convoy, a pickup truck labelled with symbols of the government drove in the front.

 

They got into the city well enough, and they drove to the warehouse that intel stated the shipment was placed, an official-looking area by the edge of the town, near the walls. It was unguarded from the outside, and they were inside without a hitch. The driver of the leading car was one of the captains, who Samuel supposed had managed to fool any guards or police officers into thinking that he was with the army, just survived an ambush.

[SoulofChrysamere]

Arthur gave his umpteenth fruitless scan of the ramshackle warehouse from his perch in the top floor of the apartment building across the street. He always disliked it when his missions took him and his team into the slums of Substance. It was only a small pocket of the town, but the saturation of outlaws and other hoodlums allowed the government agents their most secretive meetings away from the prying eyes of curious civilians – and the criminals dared not near military patrols, which meant the bodyguards weren’t just more numerous, but also less distracted. The veteran commander was glad that this was the only advantage it granted the enemy though, as society’s dregs weren’t any quicker to mess with Recalcitrancy soldiers either. In truth, it ultimately made little difference to Arthur. Whether the job was in the upper-class neighborhoods, the middle ones, or the mean streets, the buildings and people therein all looked the same through his Rosenkov’s scope. They were all barriers to the objective. They were all obstacles.

 

Arthur gave a bored sigh and started to reach for his comm to see if any of his teammates had anything new. However, a tomboyish feminine voice sounded from the speaker as his finger touched the device.

 

“Checkmate, this is Jinx. You there?” Said the speaker.

 

“Yeah, I’m here. I sure hope some you or someone else has something, ‘cause I’ve still got jack.” Arthur answered.

 

“Zilch, sir. Nothing’s come up this road for the past hour that me or Redwood’s seen.” Jinx answered.

 

“Bugger all over here too, sir.” A third voice chimed in. “Ain’t nothing been down this road since we showed up four hours ago.”

 

“Same for this little back road. Think we picked the wrong warehouse?” Came a fourth voice.

 

“This is the only warehouse for fifty miles any which way. If we screwed up, we did so pretty royally.” Arthur replied.

 

Jinx was about to speak again when she saw a large group of people round her street’s corner.

 

“Redwood, you see this?” She asked as she looked through her binoculars for a closer look.

 

“Aye, I see ‘em. Government patrol?” He replied.

 

“Uniforms look like it. Maybe we were right after all. You two stay out of sight. The five of us aren’t taking on all these bastards in a shootout. And Rocket and Muskrat, get a better view of that road. We’ll need to stay together of things do go to hell. Over.” Arthur said, now focused on the advancing troop.

 

“Yes, sir!” Rocket and Muskrat chorused.

 

The patrolling soldiers slowly made their way down the street. All of the men were nervously looking this way and that, and it made Jinx and Redwood nervous. Redwood kept prone behind the pair of broken cars he was using for cover with his M-16 steadily trained on the soldiers. As they passed in between him and Jinx, he got on his comm again.

 

“Checkmate sir, if you’re still watchin’, it looks like their heading to the warehouse.” He whispered.

 

“Yeah, I still see them. Alright guys, get ready – looks like it’s going to be show time here in a bit.” Arthur confirmed.

 

“This is probably the simplest mission we’ve had in a while. The messenger just said we were supposed to ‘kill ‘em all’ and grab their data caches.” Jinx mused as the soldiers entered the warehouse.

 

“Aye, pretty simple.......and pretty dangerous. We’re going to have to be sneaky about this. Looks to be about thirty of them. Now, when all of them get inside Jinx, I want you and Redwood to scale the warehouse wall facing you and get on that scaffold to provide support from above. Rocket, I reckon you brought that RPG with you for a reason – wake ‘em up on my signal. Muskrat, get a bead on them as you can through the front doors. We’re gonna surround these guys and pick ‘em off. Everyone clear on this? Over?” Arthur asked.

 

“Yes sir!” Was the collective response.

 

“All right. Looks like everyone’s inside. Hop to it!” Arthur ordered as he trained his rifle through the large window in the wall facing him.

 

Each member of the team did as they were instructed. Jinx and Redwood were quickly up on the scaffold and stealthily lining up their M-16s through the two small windows. Rocket got ready with his RPG and aimed it through the semi-open front doors of the building. Muskrat took up a position near Rocket so they could help cover each other when the shooting began. Once everyone was in position, Arthur gave the word.

 

“Light ‘em up!” He said.

 

Rocket obliged and sent his grenade whistling through the warehouse doors. A loud explosion followed seconds later, and screams of men suddenly deafened and peppered with shrapnel emanated from inside. On cue, Jinx and Redwood began shooting from above, mixing in a few frags with their gunfire. Muskrat also started firing while Rocket loaded his second RPG.

 

“Only got two more o’ these, so I’ll save one in case our escape doesn’t go smoothly!” Rocket yelled over the sounds of battle.

 

“Fine, but use that second one while you can!” Arthur yelled as he trained his sights on a pair of soldiers hunkered down behind some crates.

 

The initial rocket had put a couple of the men on the ground and had injured several others, but most of them were able to react and take cover. They were confused by the sudden assault though, and many couldn’t decide which direction in which to shoot. Arthur took advantage of his two targets’ indecision and popped each with a half-inch round right in their chests. Seconds later, he saw Jinx perforate a third trooper off to the side.

 

After a few more seconds, the shriek of the second RPG sounded as it hammered the started soldiers again, taking another one to the ground and re-disorienting the rest. Rocket and Muskrat ducked down from a volley of frags thrown in retaliation, rolling to the sides to escape the few that cleared their barricade. Redwood and Jinx were forced to stay ducked under the windows as a handful of soldiers had gotten a bead on them and were spraying lead in their direction.

 

“Checkmate, a little help here!” Jinx screamed over her comm.

 

“Yeah, I see ‘em. Hold on.....” Arthur answered as he lined up one of the men.

 

A squeeze of his Rosenkov’s trigger later, the man’s chest exploded and he fell to the ground. The rest immediately hunkered down.

 

“You reckon they’ve figured out we’ve got a sniper?” Muskrat said with a chuckle as he pegged a poorly-hid soldier in the legs.

 

“Probably, but they don’t have time to come hunting me with all o’ you right on top of ‘em!” Arthur replied as he pumped a couple rounds into an old generator to keep the soldier behind it suppressed.

 

The resistance was admirable, but the Recalcitrancy team’s expert precision prevailed and all of the troopers were quickly ended. After a quick check of the perimeter to ensure that none had escaped, Arthur gave the all-clear to start back to the safehouse.

 

“That’s all of them, eh?” Redwood quipped as he popped a fresh magazine into his rifle.

 

“That’d be it. Excellent work guys, now round up their data caches and get on me. I’ll meet you on the ground.” Arthur said as he slung his rifle over his back and drew his pistol.

 

“You got it, sir. We’ll be there in a sec.” Jinx replied.

 

The squad quickly rounded up all of the cache chips in the government troopers’ helmets. A couple looked to be damaged from Rocket’s RPGs, but they packaged them anyway in the hopes that they would still yield something. Within a minute’s time, everyone was headed to the apartments to meet up with their commander.

 

Arthur moved quickly yet cautiously through the apartment building’s hallways just in case there was someone searching for him. In time, he finally made it through the front door where he found his team ready to go.

 

“There ya are, chief. Let’s head home, yeah?” Muskrat said.

 

“You know it, Muskrat. Let’s get the hell out of here.” Arthur agreed as he got on his comm. “Red Aura, this is Checkmate. Anybody there?” He asked.

 

“This is Red Aura, I read you. I take it the mission went well, Checkmate?” Answered a woman’s voice.

 

“Perfect. We’re headed back there now. Be expectin’ us!” Arthur said as he started leading everyone down the street.

 

“Copy that. Watch yourselves out there.” Red Aura replied.

 

The trip back to base managed to pass without incidence, and the whole team breathed a collective sigh of relief as it descended through the hatch into the safehouse. Standing there at the ladder’s bottom was the sandy-blonde woman to which Arthur had spoken on his headset. She folded her arms and leaned against the wall as Arthur walked up.

 

“You’d think they’d give a team as good as yours the more important jobs, huh?” She asked.

 

“We do whatever jobs need doing, Candice. No matter how menial.” Arthur answered, mimicking her stance on the opposite wall.

 

Candice nodded gratefully. It certainly was a rare team that didn’t complain about the nature of its missions, be it grunt work or a high-value case. She cleared her throat pushed off the wall, keeping her hip cocked.

 

“Well then, let’s get down to the lab and see what those chips say, hmm?” She said as she started walking.

 

Arthur motioned his squad along and the sextet headed toward the safehouse’s modest computer analysis room.

Edited November 10, 2012 by SoulofChrysamere

[Brutii]

Samuel sat in the driver's seat, and didn't care about any severed heads, which that Emile fellow seemed to be presenting. He was just waiting for the word to go. The radio came alive with noise again, that captains telling everyone to get into the trucks. Samuel opened the door and stood up on the step leading into the cabin, and shouted.

 

"Let's go, let's go, into the trucks! You heard the man!" No humor from this soldier. "Dupree! He's dead, we get it, into the trucks! Time for trophies after!" He took his duties with the Recalcitrancy seriously, he didn't fool around.

 

Most of the soldiers that were riding in Samuel's truck sat in the back, he didn't see who his passenger was, nor did he care. When the order came for them to get moving, the convoy drove around the wrecked truck blocking the highway. Sustenance loomed on the horizon, massive walls standing a hundred feet tall and twice as thick. Samuel's LAV was the second in the convoy, a pickup truck labelled with symbols of the government drove in the front.

 

They got into the city well enough, and they drove to the warehouse that intel stated the shipment was placed, an official-looking area by the edge of the town, near the walls. It was unguarded from the outside, and they were inside without a hitch. The driver of the leading car was one of the captains, who Samuel supposed had managed to fool any guards or police officers into thinking that he was with the army, just survived an ambush.

 

Emile made a grunting noise, obviously no one appreciated him chopping off heads, perhaps he shouldn't do that any more, lest they cut off his head! He threw the head on the ground and moved towards one of the vehicles and climbed into the back. Emile's hands tightened around his shotgun when they entered the city, so many targets, no chance to kill them. Infuriating to think they were just a shotgun shell from death, and his hands were tied.

Edited November 10, 2012 by Brutii

[mythicdawnmaster]

The door opened and Lisbeth stepped inside, she threw her coat onto the stand, and slipped off her orange and black heels, sighing as she caught a glimpse of a blue pill left undisturbed on her night-stand. She walked slowly into the bathroom, letting the clothing she wore fall to the ground,he stepped up into the bleak white shower pod, the many shower-heads began pelting there warm water at her, and the door closed. She washed her body with a sweet scented wash, and scrubbed her hair clean. She looked up with her eyes closed, cleansing her face in the pure water. Once she was done, she stepped out, tip-toeing over to another machine in the bathroom, the dryomatic. Lisbeth smirked when she looked at it's name engraved above the door, such a cheesy name, but it certainly did what it was meant to. She got inside, and it enclosed her within, fans of warm air blew 360 degrees in the small pod, drying her body, and her hair. She stepped out bone dry, and walked through the mahogany complex to her wardrobe, from which she took her black "Uniform" so to speak, which she wore for missions. She slipped on her underwear, and began putting the tight outfit on, slipping on the trousers, and pulling her gloves up over her arms, and her thumb through each covering. Lastly she put on her top, lacing the corset loosely with her deft fingers, and proceeding back to the bathroom, to apply her makeup. She made her eyes dark, and the rest of her look natural, taking one final look in the mirror before walking back into the main room, and over to her bedside table, she pushed aside the beaded curtains that surrounded her double bed, and sat on it, and with a heavy sigh, she took the pill.

 

Everything went black... When Lisbeth came around again, her orders were burnt into her head; A group of government officials were meeting away from the prying eyes of the rest of there associates, planning some sort of scheme to exploit the workers in the slums even more. She was to kill them all quickly, efficiently, and cleanly, no bombs, no mess.

She got up from the bed and sighed in amusement... what an unchallenging assignment, it would be over in mere minutes once she got there. Lisbeth stopped by the door to slip on her heels, strap them up, and make her way outside.

 

She walked briskly down the stairs and walkways, and passed through the gardens without stalling for anything, up ahead, a group of children were playing baseball, not the best sport to be playing in an area with many windows on their level. As she passed through them, the ball came hurling towards her, unintentionally of course. But her reflexes kicked in and she caught it in an instant, holding it on one hand. She turned her head and looked at the children, who were staring in astonishment at what they saw. "Try not to hit people, or the windows with this thing. Windows can't catch like i can." She remarked with a smile, tossing the ball back to the kids.

 

After exiting the apartment block she looked down at the slums, there were suddenly a large series of explosions, and gunfire erupted. She knew the area and could only assume that the place being obliterated was an old abandoned warehouse in which the Government conducted various activities. She smirked momentarily, before turning serious. The ledge she stood on gave way to a drop several metres down, leading into the slums, directly bellow her there was just the pavement, but a distance in front there were a number of houses. That's all she needed to get going.

 

Lisbeth made her way a few metres back, and took a running jump off the wall, as she flew to the air she put her legs together and held her arms firmly by her sides, to make a landing she needed to be as aerodynamic as she could be. She cut through the air like a hot knife through butter, and bent her body as she came close to a flat roof, she curled up, and rolled through the air, landing on her feet in an outstretched crouch. She looked around for any sign of rooftop guards or snipers, and once the coast was clear, she continued her descent further down into the slums. She jumped from rooftop to rooftop, one perfect landing after another, never losing her momentum, and as a jump came, she performed a number of summersaults, and spun through the air, landing straight on her feet as she touched the pavement. In front of her stood the derelict apartment block in which the officials were holding there meeting, a soft light escaped the boarded up windows of the upper floor, and the occasional shadow of a well-dressed person flashed through the gap. By the front entrance stood a pair of guards, there government identification hidden to keep them concealed. But Lisbeth wasn't going to be put off by mere guards. She scanned the side of the building and found a drainpipe, and quickly used it to her advantage, she ran, launched herself off the ground, and clutched onto the rusting pipe, she quickly scaled the wall and pulled herself up onto the roof of the main building. No maintenance hatches, no rooftop door, nothing. The only way in was either the main door, or by blowing a hole in the now filled-in space that was a back entrance. Front door it is then. Lisbeth though with a sigh. She stealthily crept to the edge of the rooftop, and peered down at the guards. There positioning was perfect, they were far enough away from the door for her to drop onto them. Which she did. Lisbeth fell from roof, and plummeted down towards the guards, she she neared them, she outstretched her legs, and made contact with the back of each guards neck. She sat fully in the splits position, both guardsmen beneath her, and before they could resist, she snapped both of their necks with a sickening crunch.

 

She rose to her feet and turned around, walking straight through the front door and into the building. For the first few floors there were no guardsmen, but as she neared the second to last, a few of them began to populate the hallways. As an armed soldier came walking towards her, Lisbeth hid behind a wall, and just as he passed she pulled him in and strangled him to death. The rest of them were dealt with in a similar fashion.

 

Lisbeth's footwork was silent and cautious as she approached the door in which she heard voices, the government officials were deep in debate over there plan.

 

"No! it is too risky making a direct move against the--" Came a voice, stopped by the door opening, and a bullet flying through the speakers throat. The rest of the officials panicked, but were put down like animals on the spot, most shot before they even had a chance to get up from their chairs. "hmph." Lisbeth remarked at the lack of challenge... this was a poor contract for her to be given, and she didn't much appreciate it.

 

She left the bodies where they were, and exited the now devoid of life building, continuing further into the slums to stop off at a Safehouse she knew.

[leirynot]

Ander had recieved his mission and suited up, putting on his usual gear, ribbed jacket, jeans, assassin's bracers, various throwing knives, and dual silenced 9mm pistols. He walked through the slums and reached the safehouse that he had been notified of, and ordered to wipe out.

 

He climbed the side of a nearby building, being sure that it he was not seen. From there he ran along the roof, jumping, then hitting and clinging to a handhold on the wall of the safehouse. He climbed along until he found a window, then pulled out a small device and attached it to the window. After a few seconds, there was a small explosion, shattering the window. He climbed in.

 

A nearby guard jumped as the window shattered suddenly, and was about to call for help when, with a dull thudding noise, two bullets were fired into his eyes. The guard toppled over and Ander continued on, not caring if anyone found the body, as he had probably been seen on the security cameras already.

 

He broke into the security room, they had tried to prepare for him, but he had destroyed the cameras near the door and they weren't aware of exactly when he would enter, the door suddenly exploded, Ander charging in an placing several rounds in the heads of the guards as they flinched. He reloaded, putting explosive bullets in his pistols and fired into the various security consoles, then moved out. Now that security was down, he moved freely through the base. He eventually came to the main area where most of the guards would be. He fired a small dart from his bracer at the nearest one, the poison dazing him, then quickly leaped and grabbed the man around the throat, holding him and using his body as a shield while he shot over his shoulder. He finished the hostage off last by stabbing one of the blades on his wrist through the man's temple, then released the limp body, letting the blood pool on the floor.

 

The government would probably follow up eventually and recover any supplies or intelligence that there was here, handling that wasn't his job, he just killed people. He walked out and blended in with the crowd, effectively disappearing.

Edited November 11, 2012 by leirynot

[AGhostdogg10]

The word had just gone through that a Government convoy had been hit. The government General would probably be leaving soon. It was now or never. And now seemed like the best idea seeing as he didn't intend to spend the whole night out in the goddamned wild.

Logan Howlett turned around and bellowed "Templars! Listen up! We gotta act now if we're gonna have a chance at killing the target. Fire-team Alpha will flank from the left side, to draw their fire away from the right; Which is where Bravo will be going in to take out the target. In the event of Bravo failing, and Alpha getting wiped out, we have McGinn ready to blow the f***er's brains all over the ground." He was silent for several seconds. "Understood?" He asked loudly. The reply was simple. "Hell yah!"

Bravo team, lead by Howlett proceeded into position, waiting for Alpha to start the fight. Sure enough, when they did it was a big one. "Alright that's out que. Let's go!" Logan announced into the communication channel. He proceeded with the squad, HK416 raised and ready to kill.

Edited November 10, 2012 by AGhostdogg10

[SoulofChrysamere]

With Candice leading the way, the group soon walked into the small computer analysis room, where tech Christie Willis was busy sifting through some codes. Christie looked up as everyone approached and her eyes widened expectantly when she recognized her visitors.

 

"They're back, finally!" She exclaimed.

 

"Aye, miss. Took those bastards long enough to show up." Arthur replied.

 

"Heh, yeah. Our intel on them was pretty sketchy. Still, at least you got the caches......right?" Christie prodded.

 

"Yeah, yeah, we got 'em. Don't fret." Arthur said as he handed her the bag of data chips.

 

Christie took the pouch with a snort and took them over to the analysis machine. While she started examining them, Arthur turned back to Candice.

 

"She was right about that hazy intel, y'know. Not only are our blue pill supplies dwindling, but I think everyone's starting to build up a tolerance to 'em, and it's screwing with the info inside." Arthur mused.

 

Candice nodded knowingly. "Yeah. It's been a while since we've had to pass along instructions by word-of-mouth a lot......and it's been a security nightmare, too. And yes, our biotechnicians have definitely noticed how it's been getting trickier and trickier to get the orders to stick inside the recipients' brains. We're working on it, but it's tough."

 

Arthur listened sympathetically. "Aye. We've endured worse though." He said, clapping a hand on her shoulder.

 

"Damn straight. And we'll keep on endurin' so long as teams like us are around!" Rocket chimed in, headlocking Jinx and Muskrat beside him.

 

"Heh. I will admit, you're a hell of a team. You're dangerous enough when we send you off individually, but you all really make waves together." Candice admitted, smiling. Then her face went serious again. "Speaking of sending you off individually......."