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[blocks-you-out.livejournal.com]

Planning an ambush. Anyone wanna join?
 

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[mongrelverine.livejournal.com]

Kid, if they've made something that can kill me permanently, I deserve to be dead.

[blocks-you-out.livejournal.com]

Kid? Really? Just how old are you?

They won't kill you. Your powers are too special. They'll probably put you and a coma and use your DNA to upgrade themselves.

[mongrelverine.livejournal.com]

Around eighty...ish. I lost count after they caught me the first time.

[Daken snorts. He remembers his time inside the Sentinel's base well.] Don't I know it.

[blocks-you-out.livejournal.com]

Wow, you're old. But that still doesn't give you the right to call me kid, Daken.

Just be careful. As much as I hate to admit it, you happen to be one of the strongest players we have on this battlefield. We can't afford to lose you.

[mongrelverine.livejournal.com]

I'm not old. I'm experienced.

Duly noted, fearless leader. [He'll follow the rules and obey Roy...for now.]

[blocks-you-out.livejournal.com]

Fine, what ever helps you sleep at night.

*Rolls his eyes.* Do me a favor patrol the grounds, Daken.

[mongrelverine.livejournal.com]

You'd love to know what thoughts get me to sleep at night. [Daken winks at Roy.]

Yes sir. [He gives a half-assed salute in Roy's direction.]

[blocks-you-out.livejournal.com]

*He sighs and ignores Daken.*

Good bye Daken. Have fun at patrol.