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Rafael couldn't help the smile that tugged at his mouth as Kyrell launched into an impassioned speech about the former rebel leader. Reaching forward he placed a hand over the former princes mouth, chuckling "You might want to tone it down their captain man crush the women might start to think you bat for the other side"

Though he would never say it aloud, Raf agreed with what Kyrell had said. Without that annoying, hyperactive, goofy and caring man the entire team seems to be lost, wondering how best to move foreword with the ground work left behind in his wake. "Come on then...we might as well start gathering supplies, it's going to be a troublesome journey"

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Carnage. The entire street where Jay stood looked like a slaughtering house. Bodies piled together in heaps as the cobbled washed red with that precious life's blood the had kept them alive.

The desperate shrieks and cry's of the people had died down to little more then the odd shout of pain, or maybe he had gotten used to the racket they were making.

Either way it was safe to assume that, stood in the street, splattered in blood with a maniacal grin stretched across his face, Jay was pleased. Far more then any man should be with such pain an misery thick in the air.

"Oh shut up" Kyrell said, lightly shoving Rafael's face away although there was a faint smile playing upon his lips. "Yeah, yeah. Let's go. There are people waiting..." His sentence was interrupted when one of their own ran into the tent, panting.

"Sir! There's a slaughter happening in many regions inhabited by non-Diethelmians! The other leaders have been trapped in some of those places. They're trying to fend off the soldiers as we speak" the man informed him.


"Bloody hell! 'Mobilize'!", Kyrell said simply -- a command that HERO members understood. "Send reinforcements. Don't let another drop of non-Diethelmian blood spill!" Kyrell picked up his jacket and pistol, picking up some ammo and an automatic rifle as well. "Rafael, you know what to do. Jam it now", he said, referring to the Diethelmian soldiers' signals.

"We were all quite romantic then. Fighting for a lost cause. Knowing the high possibility of failure, but pursuing it anyway" Zil said before turning to Dustin as the dust settled upstairs and they were free to go soon after. "I can no longer bear so many innocent lives being offered for a cause that would be inevitably lost." In that statement, the vivid optimism that had defined him in years past was gone. He was the same in aim but he felt the need to be more practical and thrifty in wasting lives now. "But if you still believe we can win, I have assembled a handful of the best men. Cutthroat but I for one do not mind us winning and being given no glory or even dying and being wiped from existence. I am giving you the option of joining this suicide crew if you so wish." He then fished a detonator from his pocket and pressed the button. Several buildings in commercial areas and abandoned buildings/houses closer to where the non-Diethelmians lived were blown up, taking both civilians and soldiers with them as the carnage ensued.

"The best bio-experts are already working on it again. But if you can come up with something, I'm sure your father will be very proud. This means a lot to him, you see?", Monica said to the twins. "You two behave. I've got to work now. Goodbye." She then walked back over to where Damien and Shadow were, crossing her arms.

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"Wow. You got old." Shadow smiled, looking up at Monica. "I mean, at least before, you had something going for you. You had me doing your hard work and you got to play as the beautiful poster girl. Now you have wrinkles. Then again, I heard stress makes you age faster, so the next time I see you, you might be an old lady!"

"Actually, now that I think about it, I highly doubt that will happen." She told her, her expression becoming surprisingly calm. "You know, with Damien using my blood to turn himself immortal and all... why would he need an old lady when he can get a new piece of meat every one in a while. When everything around you ages, suddenly everything becomes disposable. When the youth hits him, he's suddenly not human anymore." She said as more of a warning to her, as if secretly telling her to get out while she could.

"Well, it seems I may have to figure out how to contain you myself" Damien said to Shadow, "and maybe find a way to shut you up too. You are starting to get annoying". He then leaned down and gently sniffed her neck. "Though, you're still pretty. It's just too bad you're on the wrong side" he said softly and in a low voice to her before standing back up straight.


"I'm not quite sure I approve of your methods. Back when we were the rebels, our attacks were planned and we only hit specific areas that would hinder the Diethelmian government from advancing in their actions. Now it seems that you're just committing desperate acts of violence and destruction. Has my brother's rule really driven you this far?" Dustin stated.

"I find and plant the bombs. I'm not quite sure who detonates them anymore" Zil said in reply. "Besides, we tried then. We failed. It's time for a change of plans." He then pondered whether or not to tell Dustin about Fanny. He shook his head. "I should have died back there"


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"Way ahead of you!" Raf had already settled himself behind a laptop, his fingers flying rapidly over the keys. For a moment or two the camp was silent. HERO may have had supporters but un like the rebels they had little to no funding when it came to technology. The elaborate systems Rafael had once been able to create with ease all now deepened on a singular laptop and when going up against the Diethelm computer network, even with his skills, it would take time.

"Whats the plan of attack then" A loud beep and a nod from the ex-rebble communication's tech signalled the end of the militaries contact with its ground troops, giving them a small window of opportunity to work with.


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"I'm going to the Helmshire Quarter! *insert leader's name* and *insert leader's name* are there. If we get them out of being cornered, we'll have more hands to work with. Back me up", he said, stopping a vehicle that was heading to the battle front and hopping in himself. Whether Raf was going to come with him or stay with the computers, Kyrell did not know. He just said 'back me up' anyway and he knew Raf would know what to do.

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