The intersection began to become really busy. Cars were almost everywhere, people were yelling and swearing. This was a certain traffic jam. Meanwhile behind the two limos was a large dirty truck, which seemed to carry a rather large container tank. The blocked cars began to move everywhere, trying to get away from the intersection, and it seemed that the two limos were going the same way. "Hey, can we get this shit moving. This order is too damn special!" The Truck Driver yelled out of the window in a heavy Denver accent.
This truck was travelling towards the military base near the area, this was a weird VIP delivery.
Boss | Icarus | Barakiel | [color=666666]Vanessa[/color] | James | Edge and etc.
Location: A Long Forgotten forest
Time: Afternoon
"Oh ... not there yet." Barakiel quickly muttered, turning into a whisper. Looking away from the future girl, he turned back slowly. "Uh, sorry. It is just that someone in my position can ... see a lot. Other than that, it seems that your business is done." Barakiel said, gave a smile as Boss came along to suggest teleportation. Barakiel stepped off the castle ledge stretching while doing so.
"I feel like some blue skies." He said, brushing his hand in the air, clouds following and changing into a much lighter colour. "Better ask ... so what do we do about this castle?" He turned around to ask the coming out Icarus, who looked drunk. "... okay why does that seem impossible?" Barakiel said with a confused face.
Vanessa shrugged a bit in response. "I think this is high up enough that it won't really matter if we leave it here or not..." She said casually. "If people see it, they'll probably pass it off as an illusion or an urban legend... and what's the worst that could happen if one finds this castle anyway?" She asked before noting Boss and raising her hand high in response, a smile on her face as well.
As Armstrong was sighing at how bad the traffic in this city was, He noticed the limo that had cut them off was trying to use the bus lane.
"Clever bastard. We need to get rid of those things, free up the rest of the city. Not like anyone actually uses that thing these days..." He remarked as he heard the driver of the Container Truck yelling at him. "OH SHUT IT, WAGE DRONE! DON'T MAKE ME OUTSOURCE YOUR SORRY ASS!" He shouted back as he began to light up another cigar to replace the one he had lost.
"Tch, no respect for public officials in this country...Damn that Foreign President and his liberal agenda..."
Meanwhile, the Congressman was much cooler in his responce, if only for the fact he was too busy trying to get Bruiser out of the grid-lock.
[color=6c1504]"Alright, try taking the next right."[/color] "But that bastard in the truck is in the way."
[color=6c1504]"Then wait for him to move."[/color] "Hey, can we get this shit moving. This order is too damn special!" "OH SUCK MY FLACCID CLONED COCK, PRICK!" Bruiser shouted back as he kicked up into the next gear before "Gently" ramming his way though the cars in front of him, much to the annoyance of his host.
[color=6c1504]"Bruiser! This is the sidewalk!"[/color] "Do you want to get there or do you want to listen to that guys shit all day?!"
[color=6c1504]"....Ahhh, Fine, I was planning to run on infrastructure anyway..."[/color]
Boss | Icarus | Barakiel | [color=666666]Vanessa[/color] | James | Edge and etc.
Location: Floating Castle
Time: Afternoon
As the others were moving to vote on their next move, James's PDA began to ring out, prompting him to pick it up and hit answer, it was Violet and he sounded rather distressed. "Hey!...Um, Sorry to interrupt, but...cou-could you start making your way back here? Just Kazuya kinda had a run in with an...errrr...super villain and I REALLY don't want to deal with him on my own and if you guys are around, there might be less of a chance of him doing something he might regret..Might. Look, just start making your way back here! Now!" He said to the others, nervously glancing over his shoulder as he did so.
While they were leaving anyway, Violet did sound rather urgent as he hung up.
James, having heard Violet over the PDA, could tell almost right away something was
definitely wrong,"We should probably head on back...judging by how Violet was acting, I'm
going to hazard a guess that whoever Kazuya's run into...well, it's probably better if we
just get back...I don't even wanna consider what could happen if it's somebody he has a personal
vendetta against.." He shuddered at the implications.
Considering the kind of powers people wielded in this strange world...well, that only
made him all the more urgent to get back.
Giving Vanessa a shrug yet with a non-caring look, the Archangel decided time for him to leave. "Well ... as much fun as it was coming out here, I have to leave. Lightning doesn't create itself, and my army is probably wondering where I am anyway. Also, keep an eye on the little one." Barakiel said with a concerned look and gave a small point towards Icarus, the black winged Angel. "If he falls, give me a pray, or tell someone to. It doesn't matter who, but tell me if it is urgent." The Archangel said to Vanessa as he jumped onto the castle balcony's ledge.
"Everything. I shall leave now, get back home safely and be very, very careful of that one-eyed snake. If you also see the one-eyed steroid man, tell him 'hi' from me. Adiós!" The Archangel said with a Antonio Banderas like accent and faded into electricity. Next thing the group knew was the huge dragon stretching it's neck and suddenly flying off. Wind heavily flowing through the air, yet by the direction of the Dragon, the Archangel was heading straight up.
[color=6c1504]M. Bison Congressman Vincent Vega[/color] | Bruiser | Colorado State Senator Steven Armstrong | Wage Slave
Location: GOP fundraiser | Leaving Denver | Colorado.
Time: Afternoon
Armstrong had his outburst, responding back in a likewise manner the Wage Slave flipped him the bird but stayed silent. Examining more closely at the two vehicles, they were limos. Gritting his teeth the man decided to stay silent for the better, even a man like this on the ladder knew to shut up when something like this happened. After all, he was only a transport driver, yet like many others, when the other limo decided to make a run for it, the man gave him the bird as well. Yet confused when the driver talked.
Saying the same insult to himself, it only made it more confusing. Giving a shrug, it was lucky that the traffic got back into order quickly, with both limos going away at a nice speed. With the Wage Slave, this made his trip much more faster and he was almost in record time to reach Aurora city where he destination laid.
Only if Bison and Armstrong knew what the truck's tank contained, and what it was going to be used for. "I'm coming Mr. President. Santino ain't gonna fail this one!"
Mr. President and entourage | Air Force Base Commander
Code:
Johnson Gaylord
.
Location: Buckley Air Force Base | Aurora.
Time: Afternoon
The whole base was like an ant colony, the soldiers were moving fast, and their superiors were moving faster. Not only today was their usual inspection day, but it so happened that The President was passing by and decided to drop in. Some people were annoyed, some people were excited, for they knew what The President was like. The opinion of the Base was split, was The President going to come down on them like some kind of apocalypse, or would he actually be genuinely merciful?
The result would come soon, but some of the men were placing bets on the outcome.
Yet suddenly the air picked up and all eyes were on the outside of the base, Air Force One had just arrived.
Not in traditional colours, this large plane was covered in mostly purple paint and gold trimmings. The emblem blazing through onto the tarmac, all of the soldiers outside hailed to the Chief's plane.
As the speeding winds died down, the stairs of the plane came down and two figures emerged. The President first and directly behind him, yelling with a loud voice was Pierce, the Communications Director. "I swear man, people are reporting a damn cloud!" He said with the usual nonsensical tone. "Pierce I'm not going to believe, especially since you turned my damn music to opera on there!" The President snapped back, rushing out on the awaiting carpet and saluting soldiers.
"Hey! You didn't believe me about Paul." Pierce responded quickly. Stopping for a second and turning back "Pierce, just listen. I know you still have nightmares about that shit but focus on your job!" Mr. President said before turning back and walking to the end of the welcoming carpet where another figure stood with many medals. "Mr. President, welcome to Buckley Air Force Base." The Commanding Officer said with a salute. Pierce stood silent, "Is it here?" The President said quietly.
Having a evil grin on his face, the Commander whispered to the President. "Ready and modified ... plus the driver said those two were assholes." He said while slipping out some money to give to the President. "Hah, I knew I'd won the bet." His cockney voice shiny, also with a smile. The two walked along until they reached a small hanger where The President just simply smiled.
"Oh yeah. Those fucks won't know what is coming. Commander, grab me some overalls and a mask ... I'm going in." The President said, his smile more evil then ever. In a simple matter of minutes, the President was disguised and driving his truck to the GOP fundraiser. Yet Pierce was all alone at the base, forced to go along with a examination.
After they finally managed to get out of the grid lock, both president hopefuls managed to reach the main GOP fundraiser for that state, though they were largely unaware of each other until the time came for the speeches and they ended up bumping into each other on the way to the main stage.
Bison was looking out into the crowd as Armstrong walked up to him.
"Big crowd. And they said no one would play 50 bucks to get in here."
[color=6c1504]"Yeah, but they also said that people couldn't be driven against public healthcare too. Senator Armstrong."[/color]
"Congressman Vega. Expecting to earn much."
[color=6c1504]"Eh, more then you at least."[/color]
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that and you might actually believe it. Oh and sorry about what happened to your home district."
[color=6c1504]"Please, Kazuya is a rouge agent, only answers to himself."[/color]
"And in that sense I actually kinda respect him. That and he seems to hate your guts nearly as much as mine."
[color=6c1504]"...What would make you say that?..."[/color]
"Oh...Nothing...Anyway, time to make some money..."
Thus the two President Hopefuls went down to play kiss ass to international billionaires, like true Americans.
Icarus rejoined the others, the potion had helped him recover.
"This castle will do no harm remaining here, if anything it'll absorb some of the static energy in clouds," It would pay to have it remain as a reserve of energy, never know when a boost of lightning ill come in handy.
"If you want to leave it would be best to teleport."
Selena approached an placed her hand on his shoulder
"I know you still plan on hiding up here but you can't be left alone, stay with us, you can trust us." Icarus stared at his boots but nodded silently.
Selena hen looked at the Ninja.
"we best get a move on."
From enforcer to President, Play'a/Boss/President has done a lot in the Saint Row series.
From the first Saints Row game he joined the third street saints and raised to second in command until he was betrayed and placed in prison due to a boat explosion.
Waking up years later in the second game, The Boss recreated The Saints with his best friend Johnny Gat. At the end of the game, they have risen to power once more by eliminating all the surrounding gangs in Stillwater and the Ultor Corporation.
Some years later The Saints became a corperation, the Boss was still leading.
Except a crime syndicate took over their original home. Taking the fight to this new gang, The Boss kill the competition once more.
After saving his friends and Steeport from Terrorism, The Saints became true heroes. Starting a Counter Terrorism unit, the Boss saved the word from Cyrus, the leader of the past tried Terror act. Stopping him and his nuke, The country wanted The Boss in charge.
Becoming President, this career was bumpy, becoming even worse when the Zin Empire decided to come in and 'fuck' The President. Yes, after taken by Aliens and escaping their Mothership, the Earth exploded.
Entering a Virtual World to fuck with the Zin, eventually The Boss overtook their Emperor and became the Leader of the Aliens and the known Universe. Deciding against this shit, The Boss went back in time to the point where he was still President and saved the world from the Aliens before the Earth exploded.
Now, The President has another election to look forward to.
Personal Background:
"...who cares who I was before I joined the Saints?"
? The Protagonist refusing to disclose their past to Asha Odekar in The Case of Mr. X
The Protagonist's past life is unclear and only hinted at through dialogue, and each voice gives different details of their past.
The character was born in Stilwater,[38] and visited a local massage parlor since junior-high school.
Despite already living in Stilwater, he does not have a home at the beginning of Saints Row
In Saints Row: The Third mentioned that he spent his time killing people in the fresh air when a kid, compared to modern children playing violent video games indoors.
The Protagonist mentions having lived in a college dorm when he is reminded of that experience during a mission on a boat importing prostitutes and sex toys.
In the Gangstas in Space DLC, Male Voice 3 shows his disappointment with the fake building set by stating, "This is worse than finding out the Tooth Fairy was just my drunk uncle with a pair of pliers".
In the Saints Row IV mission "The Case of Mr. X", The Protagonist informs Asha that they don't see the point in talking about their past after jokingly blaming their behaviour on their parents, stating, "who cares what I did before I joined the Saints?" When Asha asks if they had "daddy issues", The Protagonist replies, "Naw, just... forget it".
Personality.
In Saints Row, The Protagonist is a new recruit for the Saints, remaining quiet for the majority of the game not questioning any orders given to him. The Protagonist is too timid to speak with rival gangs or other Saints until towards the end of the game.
In Saints Row 2, The Protagonist may break the fourth wall by randomly mentioning a few aspects of the game during gameplay. For example he sometimes says "You know I never see a dog around here? Weird. In Saints Row 2, The Protagonist is portrayed as extremely vicious, showing no remorse in killing and torturing enemies.
The Protagonist has a strong friendship with Johnny Gat, having known him the longest of any of the Saints since his initiation into the gang.[reference?] The Protagonist displays exceptional strength and durability throughout the series. During the conclusion of Saints Row he was caught in a point blank explosion and only suffered minor burns, though his coma lasted several years.
Neither Mayor Hughes nor his men survived.[reference?] In the trailer for Saints Row The Protagonist said his life changed after meeting Julius, desiring more and more power and money. While typically The Protagonist reserves the bulk of their wrath for rival gang members or other foes, they still display a comical disregard for human life, not unlike most inhabitants of the Saints Row universe. The Protagonist does have a few heroic qualities despite their sadistic nature, such as going to extreme lengths for friends.
The Protagonist killed their mentor Julius in cold blood, although it was revealed that Julius was the traitor responsible for the demise of the Saints in their original form[reference?]. The former leader of the Saints tried to defend his actions and claimed that The Protagonist was too power-hungry, a charge which The Protagonist confirmed. However, Julius' actions remained questionable. The social engineering by Dane Vogel left the original inhabitant of the Saints Row district homeless and destitute, and the betrayal of the Saints saw the majority of them dead or serving prison sentences while Julius lived a comfortable lifestyle. In The Protagonists' eyes, Julius crossed the only line they never had, betraying one's friends.
The Protagonist is portrayed as being, arguably, less susceptible to random bursts of violence, due to already having the power and wealth they desired.[reference?] In fact, the Saint' success in crushing the gangs of Stilwater and partnering with Ultor led to The Protagonist's rise to celebrity status, complete with a Planet Saints franchise and movie offers.[reference?] They are still a psychotic killer, as they show little emotion while killing other than excitement. This is tempered by their loyalty to their fellow gang members, since Saints Row: the Third is mainly centered around them, Shaundi, and Pierce taking revenge after the death of Johnny Gat. However, it seems that The Protagonist is not entirely as merciless as before, agreeing to spare Matt Miller's life when the Decker's leader promises to cut ties with the Syndicate, as well as abandoning his role in the gang war and leaving Steelport, which Matt honours. Despite having tenancies of a psychopath his loyalty to his friends and concern for their well being is not a trait of psychopathic killers.
A certain amount of time driving later, The President was right outside the GOP fundraiser. So no one recognizes him he also wore a skull mask with the overalls he took from the military base. "Those fuckers did not expect this." He smiled inside his mask, parking outside in an alleyway, this gained him many eyes on him. Yet it seemed that The President's aura made them look and walk away fast. One person was about to approach him, yet a middle finger was all that greeted him.
Seeing the latest pedestrian run away and checking the time, it seemed that it was time. "Time to ruin those Republican fucker's fun!" He said loudly, soon enough the whole truck was in full motion and gaining speed. Blocking the way were barriers and security officers, the barriers instantly flew open and the officers dived out of the way, each one screaming into a radio set. Yet it was too late, the truck was already through.
The truck was passing through one entrance to the arena, a giant honk gained all the attention. "Okay ... I need a bit of music ... " The revenging President said as he flicked on the radio. [HEADING=3]"TEENAGERS SCARE THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME!"[/HEADING]
Surprised at the song, The President sat there listening to Teenagers by My Chemical Romance before turning it over quickly. "Well I haven't heard that in a while. Yet the second cannot stand to the first favourite!" He said as his final song came on with another flick of the radio dial. Then the famous tune came on and the man began to hum.
"Dun Dunn Dunnnn~ We're leaving together~!"
Yeah, it was final countdown.
The song started to boom out of the truck, yet the windows were rolled up for a reason.
Yet the truck started to roll again.
This time a sudden spray of brown liquid came from the long gun on top of the truck's tank.
"Septic avenger motherfuckers." The President said coldly as he drove around, running over people and spraying shit all over people. He was hoping to strike Bison and Armstrong.
[color=6c1504]M. Bison Congressman Vincent Vega[/color] | Bruiser | Colorado State Senator Steven Armstrong | Mr. President
Location: GOP fundraiser
Time: Night
[color=6c1504]"-And that is how the Mirco-chipping as stated in page...[sub]something[/sub] of Obamacare allowed terrorists in Benghazi to rig US elections to in order to make Pot abortions legal. Now, what does this have to with Cliven Bundy's heroic stand against the US Government? Well, what you do think the BLM want his land fo-...oh shit..."[/color]
Oh shit was right as all of a sudden, a fucking septic truck of all things crashed into the building as music began to blare from the cab.
Then to the horror of the 0.1%-ers there, human waste began to spray out of the hose (Why do Septic Trucks even have those?!) and right on them and on top of countless staffers.
"HOLY SHIT! HOW THE HELL DID THAT GET IN HERE?! WHO'S RUNNING SECURITY!? I WANT TO SEE-....nononononoNO-!" Armstrong shouted right before he got a weeks worth material from a Taco Bell restroom all over his face and suit, causing him to fall over and reel in horror.
"OUBRAOAUHFAOUEHRFAEOGUB *Spit spit*...*shudders* YOU'RE DEAD! YOU HEAR ME! DEAD!" He shouted with feral rage as he tried and failed to wipe the shit off his glasses, only ending up smearing them as result.
Bison meanwhile watched in horror, least at first.
Sure, he was worried about getting covered in shit, but then he realized something: His campaign trail had a new viral image of Armstrong, now covered in shit.
Pulling out his phone, he then quickly snapped a picture of his rival as he tripped over one of the guests and crashed into a table outside his booth as the spray of shit sweeped over it.
The Icing on the cake? Armstrong saw him do it as well.
Once he had the picture saved, Bison quickly ran off backstage, keen on getting the fuck out of dodge before the shit it the fan.
[color=6c1504]"BRUISER! START THE CAR! NOW! MOVE! MOVE!"[/color] He screamed as he shoved his way though panicking staffers as he made his escape.
As he was doing that, Armstrong only had one thing to say once his senses cleared a little.
A simple google search revealed that Kenneth Black had his own webpage. While it looked a company website filled with promises of destruction instead of promises of moving forward, there was something that caught Violet's eye. A phone number to a call center with the tagline "If you're not important enough, we'll tell you to fuck off."
"-But I'm telling ya Kazuya, it was NOT easy hacking into the NSA's private data streams in order to get you this number. I was thinking to reward me for going beyond the call of duty, you should give me the rest of the week off. I need to show our newest guest Vanessa the city and nightlife."
[color=9F2B68]"..."[/color] "...Shutting up."
It wasn't long before Kazuya had called the number while Violet got back to work tracking the Black Industries global network of teleporters, namely who was going where and the such. "Black Industries, how may we direct your ca-"
[color=9F2B68]"If Kenneth Black wants to have a single dime left from this entire venture, you will put me onto him, right now."[/color] Kazuya simply ordered as he waited to be connected.
"Alrighty!" Boss said, clapping his hands together. "Everyone ready?"
"This is gonna suck..." Billy said.
"No!" Biertov said. "Will be much fun!"
Boss put the fingertips of his index and middle fingers on his temples. A breeze picked up around the group; it seemed to be circling around the group, going faster the longer it went on, going from a light breeze to a storm wind. After about twenty seconds, the entire group-including the helicopter-began to hover over the ground.
"IS THIS NORMAL?" Billy shouted.
"WHEN HE'S TELEPORTING A NUMBER OF PEOPLE, YES." Edge said. "HE CAN MOVE HIMSELF AND ME JUST FINE, BUT IT'S MORE DIFFICULT TO TELE-"
Boss | Edge | Icarus | Serena | [color=666666]Vanessa[/color] | James | G-Corp Employees
Location: G-Corp Building; Rooftop Helipad
Time: Early Morning[footnote]'cause of time zones. I checked.[/footnote]
And suddenly the group found themsevelves on the rooftop of the G-Corp building. In the midst of no less than 50 soldiers armed with rifles. Who, within the space of a second, had all their rifles pointed at the group.
"-PORt a grou..."
"KISS THE GROUND!" One of the soldiers shouted. "WE HAVE AUTHORITY TO KILL! GET ON THE GROUND!"
"Bogies on roof." Another, calmer soldier with a french accent said. "This is not a drill. Battle stations now."
"Oh for fuck's sake." Billy said, getting on the ground.
Boss | Edge | Icarus | Serena | [color=666666]Vanessa[/color] | James | Violet
Location: G-Corp Building; Rooftop Helipad
Time: Early Morning[footnote]'cause of time zones. I checked.[/footnote]
A rather pissed looking Commander went in front of the group as they were teleported in, clearly not amused by their sudden appearance.
"You think you can just phase onto private property whenever you feel like it you useless maggots!? I hav half a mind to grab each and every one of you and throw you off this bu-" "Oh just shut up and let them in!" shouted an annoyed Violet over the soldier's radio before a embarrassed look appeared on their faces and they let the group off without question.
Violet meanwhile was in his lab hopping from computer to computer, following dozens of teleporter signals in several countries.
"Sir, the call center is telling me that someone is asking for you and they sounded angry," Ken's assistant told him. "Sure I'll take the call," Ken said as his assistant handed him the phone. "This is Kenneth Black, what the fuck do you want," Ken said after the call center connected him through to the call.
[color=9F2B68]"Really shouldn't have bragged about being a CEO, Ken."[/color] Kazuya said as he was connected to the Villain.
[color=9F2B68]"Still, I like to think I'm a kind man so here is my option: You shut down your shell company, shelve you teleportation projects as well as turn yourself over to UNIT or my people and I won't ruin your entire teleportation network off the face of the earth. And frankly? I don't care how many fronts or money laundering operations you have, setting up that many hubs in that many countries, bribing politicans, hiring workers, training security as well the researching, power and operation costs...Well, I'd imagine if this went under, you would have a debt to your investors and contacts comparable to a 3rd world country."[/color] He bragged as he walked over to one of his company's teleporter units right as Violet was monitoring read-outs and data while a large amount of solders began moving weapons and equipment in the background. "...Kaz...You sure you want to do this?"
[color=9F2B68]"That depends entirely on what Mr. Black here wants to do...So how about it? Prisoner of the law or Prisoner of Debt. Up to you."[/color]
"Ah, Kazuya. Bitter about me kicking your ass I see. While I would love to take credit for the teleportation thing, I have don't have anything to do with that," Ken said to Kazuya. Since he was recording the call and he knew some government agency would probably be listening in, he could not implicate himself. "What amazes me is that your doing my job. You'll be joining me on the terrorist watch list of every country in the world if you manage to pull that off. Congratulations on your first terrorist act," Ken said to Kazuya.
[color=6c1504]M. Bison Congressman Vincent Vega[/color] | Bruiser | Colorado State Senator Steven Armstrong | Incognito Mr. Presidentito.
Location: GOP fundraiser
Time: Night
"One down ... " The President said, skull mask look down upon the waste covered Armstrong. Pulling out his own phone he took a quick photo before looking around for Bison. Noticing that the Congressman running for President was not in the crap covered mess, the vengeful eyes of the President looked towards the exit. "One cowardly fucker to go!" His voice now in full anger, his hands moved quickly and the sewage truck, still shooting crap took a turn for the exit.
Sure the main target was doused in poo, but he wanted to send a message to the other competitor. Truck shooting out of the original entrance he entered from, The hidden President came face to face with a group of police and security guards. Sighing, "Good thing this isn't covered by taxes." The President said to himself, the truck started shooting once more before the police had the chance to say anything.
Pedal to the metal once again, the truck was looking out for a limo.
A soon to be shit limo.
[color=9F2B68]"Terrorism? Really? You really think the public and your investors are going to believe that an massive worldwide malfunction of your Teleporter Array was a lone act of Terrorism? And even if it is, you'll prove that such technology is not ready for this world. Not yet. I look forward to bring you in Ken, But until then, I'll settle for your wallet."[/color]
And on that cue, Violet nodded before he slowly engaged the teleporter, using the data he got from Ken's array to set up a connection as the soldiers made their move.
Once Violet activated the teleport, those watching the main teleport chambers noticed a foreign object appear from a purple portal before it quickly closed again.
And what was more worrying, It was beeping...
Suddenly, in another Hub on the other side of the planet, another suitcase was thrown before the portal closed.
One by one, Ken could see the status on his hubs go from Green to Red as explosives were quickly phased into each hub and the portal shut down before the throwers could get caught in the blast.
In the space a few minutes, Kazuya had caused "Violent Malfunctions" in most if not all of Ken's Global Network.
Icarus had been prepared to attack when Violets voice pinged in, Icarus followed the others, He wasn't exactly sure what was going on, Selena was keeping an eye on him, She may be trying to hide it but her eyes rarely ventured far from him.
"So, what happened to Kazuya that he wants our help? he seems to prefer working alone." they moved as a group they were a pretty big group at this point, even if he tried to slip away the seciuirty camera's and other measure would notice him.
After the first bombs were sent out, Violet began to slip away while the others arrived, he wasn't entirely comfortable with his boss using Teleporter Tech like this, Vanessa might have had a point on that matter.
Still, while Kazuya and his men kept working in the lab, Violet went up to greet the others. "Boss! A-ha! I told you we'd find him, eh? Eh?" He said with a fake cheeriness until Icarus asked about Kazuya at least. "...Well...See...I'll admit, Kazuya is hard to work with, but when he gets..."Passionate" about something, he tends to sorta "Use a Sledgehammer for a nail" kinda guy. While I would have said something, I...think it would go better with a few other voices then mine backing me up, you know?" "WOOOO! BOOM BABY!" A soldier shouted as he flung another bomb into the teleporter, out of sight of the group, but not out of ear.
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