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"YOUR CURRENT LEADERS MURDERED THEIR OWN LEADERS IN COLD BLOOD. They do not even deny this TRUTH." The voice quivered a bit. "Are you really fighters of JUSTICE?"

Indeed, oddly enough, none of the current division leaders, assistants, or any that seemed to know something even said anything.

Allan just sparkled, entirely unaware. Well, his phone buzzed and he laughed at a funny kitten picture on it.

"I d-don't know about J-JUSTICE," Jerry snarled, summoning Roar as he kept his position firmly by his division leads, ready to protect them alongside Rep. "But... but..."

He drew in a deep breath.

"There are Demons in the shadows,
who creep and kill and fright~
We'll bring those monsters to the gallows,
Though they'll put up a big fight~"

Tick Tock went the clock, the bomb was going to pop.

Rep seemed to draw even more confidence from Harrison, giving his hand a squeeze back. He couldn't summon Tracey here, but he was still prepared to try if he had to.

"I'm no a fighter of justice. I'm a fighter of bastards." Rep said to the voice with a snort.

Everyone else probably had a Damn Good Reason to stand by the division leaders. And that was good for them. Because it was probably giving them a wonderful sense of hope and loyalty right now that the life trainee had not managed to develop yet. He was too new, and too confused, and still trying to make sense of the fact that every single person who claimed leadership in the organization was in fact a psychotic, unapologetic murderer. It felt inescapable. He thought he'd left this kind of life behind him already.

Lucky went back to burying his face in his hands for the time being. Especially as the tremor hit them and the sirens went off. And Song's voice vying for his attention, summoning herself across the desk in her full furious form as a sawblade. The noise was increasing to almost unbearable levels.

"There is still bomb in room," he reminded the would-be heroes flatly.

There had been nothing to say. The words were there, everyone's accusations and responses and methods collected by her mind, but Mimsy found it pointless to step in. This had gone from being a way to pass an evening's time to an endeavor of curiosity; and if she couldn't find the tiniest particle in existence, maybe she could be intelligent enough to find out the answer to a simple 'murder mystery'.

Yet she said nothing, not a word through any of the leaders' replies or the information spewing forth from the source they couldn't see, until the intercom's words accompanied by a rapid ticking found her. She straightened with a hint of a smile, leaning forward with the first real indication of true interest.

She was not nearly passionate enough to care about everything it spoke about, but the chances of agreeing wholeheartedly with another being were arguably slim enough for her to discount those parts of it. But when it ended on the note of seeking truth and solving the things held out of her reach, there wasn't any question about it.

"I will join you," she spoke up, collecting her notes. She glanced at Lucky at her side. At her own division leader, who still held a great deal of things she wished she might have learned from him, in a time of better circumstances. And at Caelius for just a fraction of a second, for reasons so ridiculous she couldn't bother staring.

"I will go the way of truth, as I always have." It was the most logical conclusion, but Svensyl was shrieking songs of disapproval in the back of her mind, and her fingertips were quivering, and she'd had to spit the words out before logic began to fade.

"...I know Lucky. But.. still gotta choose," Deryk said with a sigh. He bit his lip and stared up at the speaker in the room. He had already made his decision. He was going to stick with it.

"What you offer.. m-may be no better than how they are now. This.. this is where I stand."

And under his breath, he repeated the Creed. Just.. to help bolster his confidence in his decision. It might just be from some game, but he didn't have much else to ride on at the moment.

One of the outer desks scraped-

- As Sam deliberately walked to the center with the others. She shrugged, that smile playing on her lips. "Entertain me." She crossed her arms. "I'm pretty sure I qualify, since I was off Island during the time of the unfortunate execution, which I am sure everyone has more than enough evidence of. Everyone important, that is." The Death Hunter stood her ground, and then once again, began to idly text on her cell phone.