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The officer let out something like a sigh of defeat. Theoretically, he could easily hold them, but there was no point; the others would get mad at him anyway. He waved them through, and they sped off towards safety.

Alyx gave a deep rattling sigh, still cradling her mangled hand. "That was real nice out there," she told Cado and Marcus.

((I'mma link to the map on the front page. It's half-complete - less than - but it's better than nothing.

EDITED TO REPAIR BRAINDEATH))

Cado grinned. "You know, I wasn't making up that health care plan s**t. I had to go to hospitals for burns a few times when I was growing up, and that's really how they operate. It took me a while to understand that." He broke the sleeves off again, laying them in his lap.

He leaned back and continued, "We're pretty much home free now, even if we didn't make our hit successfully. What I'm wondering is where those GM jackasses came from. Those were some heavy-aug ********."

Alyx laughed. "I had a nasty health care plan for a few years, in college," she told Cado. "The rates were insane, and the rulebook was the size of War and Peace."

Agent Bush took Cado's question up, crawling from the back, clearly in much more pain then she had been. "They clearly thought he was an important target. What people believe about your syndicate is everything; allegiance is invaluable, especially to a group so democratic as Bullfrog. GM thought they could take you guys down with a reporter.

"And I wouldn't worry about having missed your man; I've met Hades, he'll let you off easy. First assignment, right?" she added.

A gloved hand snatched away the medication; whatever wasn't still in the bottle spilled to the floor. "Now now, you know that doesn't work as well as straight adrenaline," a quavering voice admonished him. Before Ivan stood a man, a good solid half foot shorter than him, perhaps not even as broad as him, which was saying something. He was dressed in a buttoned agentcoat that scraped the ground; on his head and face was a balaclava of sorts with only one eyehole. From that one eyehole an eye gazed at him, its iris gray as steel. His manner was very cool and collected.

"Agent Drake, your assignment will shortly be given. You will be assigned to Agent Team 018, along with Agent Long, Agent Byron, Agent Jennings, Mr. Shae, and Mr. Yama. Are you prepared?"

((Rocks fall.

Everyone dies.))

The vehicle was rolling along smoothly when suddenly Cado, Amelie, and Alyx each felt something switch on in their brains. Obviously the communication devices were online now. Thoughts dripped into their minds, originating from a source almost indubitably named Hades. They were pretty much the same; report on the status of John Daley.

The car was fifteen minutes from Bullfrog's borders.

((And for now, you enjoy the map that I spent a lot of time working on. GO LOOK))

((THAT SUCKS, I WORKED REALLY HARD ON IT

NOW RESPOND TO THE POST))

The man’s body twitched slightly watching the multicolored pills fall to the floor. He looked up at the man before him, he had not seen him before but he knew who he was someone that he couldn’t just simply kill and move on with. Before answering he adjusted his tie ever so slightly, as it was becoming a bit tight. Ivan looked into the man’s sliver eye and gave him a dead stare.

“I’m ready, so are the girls. They’ve been complaining about not getting enough play time.”

Just then he let out a cackle and brushed past Hades with a sinister grin from ear to ear. Continuing down the hallway he walked into another room which seemed to be a kitchen area. He walked in and looked over at a couple vending machines. He pulled out some change from his pockets and bought a bag of chips and a soda. There was a television mounted to the wall which was broadcasting something boring. He sat down in a chair and popped open his bag of chips and munched on a few.

Popping the tab on the soda he scarfed down the chips and then pounded the soda. He let out a soft burp and then stood up leaving the room and started walking down the halls again. He found the workout room and quickly opened the door. It was empty but he didn’t care, less people to question him and he didn’t have to worry about accidently killing someone. He calmly took off his coat and tie and set them aside, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. After placing them aside he walked over to the punching bag and landing a few quick jabs on it. His arms and upper body seemed to be covered in thin layers of thin armor.

Ivan continued punching the bag till he decided to switch it up. He began to hop up and down and moving in a stance that looked like something out of an old kung fu movie. He got in a few punches then spun around and roundhouse kicked the bag sending it flying backwards. As he turned around the bag was coming full swing at him and he moved his right elbow in and smacked it with the backside of his right fist. The bag slowly came to a stop and he walked over to another training device. Stepping up onto a treadmill he set the machine for the highest vertical and fastest speed. As the belt bellow him started to speed up he too began to speed up. He ran casually although his speed was nearing 24 mph. After about 30 minutes of that he stopped the machine and whipped himself down with a towel. After picked up his things he began walking slowly down the hallways Buttoning his yellow and black striped shirt as he did.

I wonder if these fellow agents will be any fun. I haven’t had fun in a while.

((They do, Venom.))

Hades allowed him to pass without contest. He gave a shivery sigh. "Yes, I'm sure Team Eighteen will be so pleased with their newest member..." He didn't follow Ivan. Obviously he wanted to be left alone. Hades had his own insanity to deal with.

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"Communication from HQ," Alyx told Marcus. "Cado, you handle it," she told him tiredly, still focused on her hand.