Paragon City Stories: Darkness, Digitized

Hosted and Narrated by TIMESHADOW

Act I, Scene 2

Place: Pocket D

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NARRATOR

  Several days have passed since your initial meeting in a back room of the most famous nightclub in Paragon City and the Rogue Isles. Phone calls have been made and supergroups have been notified. The time has come to meet with your team mates again for one last strategy discussion before you set your plan in motion.
  As you enter the club’s Tiki Bar you are consumed by the implications of the decision you are all about to make. Heroes and Villains alike know the danger of choosing the wrong approach to a situation. The advent of medical teleporters has helped cut back on funerals but it’s best not to take chances. With that in mind, you and your team mates will have to determine which approach is best:

Linuial

  The evening is young, and there are only a couple of people in the Tiki Bar. Linuial makes a quick visual survey…arriving early has its perks…and seeing none of Devereaux’s team, walks to the bar. Eschewing liquor, the tiny woman in the pale blue minidress, heels, with straight blonde hair below her waist, grabs tonic water and lime for herself, milk and water in two wide-mouthed wine glasses for Bubastis.
  Climbing the swaying suspended ramp, she picks a couple of chairs and a table at the end of the upper deck where she and her feline companion can easily keep an eye on the entrance from their position above. She seats herself comfortably to wait. The black light reflecting from the walls makes the tonic water glow slightly, a pleasant pale blue.

Bubastis

  Seating herself, Bubastis sets the water on the table, lowers the milk below table level, bends her head over the glass, and begins to lap at it delicately, keeping her eyes up and watching to make sure no one is noticing. She is wearing a gold-colored metallic band across her forehead; a brown ankh is set in a small plaque in the center. She is wearing a large number of gold chains around her neck, and a leather belt equipped with boxes and tools around her waist. Brown fabric strips are wound around her calves and most of her feet, leaving her toes, with their sharp feline claws, exposed.

Nyghtshade

  Nyght strolls into Pocket D’s Tiki Bar, visibly controlling a grimace at the garish Pantheon decor, and looks around for the others. Today she’s wearing blue slacks, a lavender half-sleeve sweater, and lavender shoes. Her waist, however, is still encircled by the heavy metallic belt with a massive garnet set into the front of it, and its accompanying pouch.
  With no hood to confine it, her auburn hair spills over her shoulders, highlighting the creamy pallor of her skin and her bold makeup.
  Ignorning the bar, she looks around the ground floor of the Tiki Club, and then glances upwards toward the second level, where she spots Linuial and Bubastis. She nods to them, trots up the ‘rope-bridge’, and moves to their table.
  “Evenin’. All right if Ah join you all?”

Linuial

  “Good evening to you,” the tiny woman answers. Her smile is wide, open, and genuine. “Please.” She waves a hand to enclose the area, then turns to push the two tables together, making them large enough for four. “We can keep an eye on the door from here, but when the others get here, we might want to move to the booth under this platform. There’s only the one larger table there, and no one should be able to hear us unless they pass by on the way to the restrooms.” She lifts her virgin drink. “Do you want anything from the bar?”

Nyghtshade

  “Ah think Ah’ll grab a cup of hot strawberry mint tea, since we’ah waitin’. The bartendeh heah should have it - even though Ah don’t come in heah often, they know me. Ah’ll be right back.”
  Nyght steps over the rope-railing and drops to the level below, landing smoothly and moving to the bar. A few minutes later, she trots back up the rope-ladder and settles at the end of the table, having spilled nary a drop of the aromatic tea. She raises the cup and inhales the fruity aroma appreciatively, then sets the cup back down on the saucer and glances up at the other two.
  “Thanks foah makin’ room foah me. Ah’ve squared things away with mah SG, so Ah’m at yoah disposal.” She smiles at Linuial’s companion, adding, “Bubastis, is it? Are you a membeh of Linuial’s SG?”

Bubastis

  The feline woman stares at Nyghtshade’s mouth as she speaks. She cocks her head to one side, then glances at Linuial, before looking back. “I am…very sorry,” she says slowly. “I don’t…recognize what…I…I don’t know if I understand what you are saying.” She cocks her head to the other side, blurts out: “Are you speaking English?”

Nyghtshade

  Nyght stares at her a moment, clearly perplexed by the question, and then the meaning sinks in, and she laughs heartily.
  “Oh, Shugah, yes, it’s English, but from the South. Which makes it hard to undehstand, Ah suppose, if yo’ah a Northeneh, or if, if English isn’t yoah… uh…. first language….” She smiles again, hoping that didn’t come across wrong.

Bubastis

  “Oh.” She hesitates. “I’m sorry. I think you asked me if my name was Bubastis, which is correct, but if it is difficult for you, I also answer to Basti. I am embarrassed to admit I didn’t understand what your other question was. I’m sure it’s my fault.”

Linuial

  Linuial smiles impishly at this exchange, but offers no help.

Nyghtshade

  Nyght bites her lip, pondering how to simplify the question, then ventures, “It’s OK, Basti. When Ah call someone… Shugah… it’s sort of a… an affectionate, well, nickname? Do you know what a nickname is? But Ah can just call you Basti, that’s OK too.”
  “And mah otheh question was just to ask if you weah also part of Miss Linuial’s SG, you know, her Supehgroup?”

Bubastis

  “Oh. Thank you. Miss…Nyghtshade?” The question is less a request for information than a solicitation of correctness. She pauses for a second before continuing. “I am not a member of Linuial’s supergroup. I am not yet a…’person’. I have no legal standing.” She looks briefly to Linuial before returning her attention to the auburn-haired woman.

Linuial

  The impish expression has not faded. The blonde woman lifts her glass, inspects it, finds it wanting, and stands, tossing over her shoulder as she walks away, “…I’m out of tonic water…be right back…you two carry on…” with an airy wave of one hand over her departing shoulder.

Nyghtshade

  “Not yet a… person?” Nyght’s expression is suddenly one of deep sympathy. “So, yo’ah on probation, Basti? Ah know what that’s like. When Ah first came heah, to Paragon, Ah was on probation, too. Until they could be shoah Ah wasn’t goin’ to be, well, too dangerous…”
  She pauses, momentarily lost in reflection, but finally continues, “But Ah found friends to help me learn to fit in heah in Paragon, and to help me be betteh than Ah hoped Ah could be. Looks like you have found a friend, too, and that’s a good thing. And… if theah’s anythin’ Ah can do to help you, you just let me know, OK?”

Bubastis

  Bubastis blinks…the first time she has done so that Nyghtshade has seen. “When you say ‘ah’ you mean ‘I’, is that right?” She tilts her head to the side. “I am on probation, yes, exactly. They say I might be dangerous. All the others like me were terminated. Were all the others like you terminated, too?”

Nyghtshade

  “Um, yes, when Ah say Ah, it means…” Nyght pauses, then continues, “Yes, when Ah say ‘Ah’, it means me. But… othehs like you? And terminated? Someone killed yoah family?”

Linuial

  Linuial returns with her drink, and silently joins them, moving her chair back a bit so as not to intrude; however, she makes no attempt to act as if she isn’t listening in.

Bubastis

  “I do not have any family. I was created in a genetics lab. An illegal one. The others like me were also created in that lab. They were too violent to adapt, and they were terminated. I might be terminated, too, if I cannot adapt. If I am…too violent.” Her voice is level, even, she might be talking about the never-changing weather outside Pocket D.

Nyghtshade

  “Oh, Shugah… Basti… Ah am sorry, that had to be terrible.” She reaches out a comforting hand and gently lays it over Basti’s.
  “But it looks like Linuial has faith in you, trusts you, you know? Hold on to that, and we can watch out foah one anotheh. All of us, OK?”

Linuial

  “Basti has gotten a lot of training over the last six months from Antonio Nash and others with both G.I.F.T. and Hero Corps,” Linuial interjects. “My SG were part of the raid on the lab when it was brought down. My friends accuse me of constantly picking up ‘stray cats’…” she winces slightly, then laughs softly… “…an unfortunate turn of phrase in Basti’s case…but I took an interest in her when I saw a caretaker demonstrate her socialization. She’s the only remaining survivor…and I intend to do everything I can to see that she gets every possible chance.” She settles back into her seat, and sips delicately at her drink.

Linuial

  After a moment’s silence, she turns to the lavender-clad woman. “So…you’re the unknown part of this equation…can you share anything about yourself? I’m an empathic defender…I can’t read minds, but I do pick up emotions…and the more you can share with me, the better I can protect you if we face battle.” She manages to make a wry face, and smile ironically at the same time. “Knowing Devereaux, battle is probably unavoidable.”

Nyghtshade

  “Well now,” Nyght says slowly, “that’s.. a fair question, seein’ as how we’ah supposed to be workin’ togetheh…” She pauses, fidgeting with the cooling cup of tea, but never lifting it from the saucer, while she tries to sort out where to begin. It doesn’t take empathy to tell that the subject has made her uncomfortable.
  Finally she settles, and looks up again, meeting Linuial’s gaze squarely. “Ah suppose… well, theah’s no supposin’, it’s just a matteh of fact. Back in N’Orleans, Ah ran afoul of a curse, Banished Pantheon, yo’ah familiar with them, Ah suppose. It was one of those dam… er…” She cuts a glance at Basti, and amends, “Darned Death Shamans. They weah paid to strike me down and raise me up again, but… theah client had some, well, special stipulations about the result he wanted, and Ah think it messed up the spell somewhat. Or maybe theah was an Intervention, Ah really can’t say.”
  She sighs, gaze distant for a few seconds, than shakes it off and continues, “So, when Ah realized what Ah was now, what Ah could do, what Ah had done…. Ah came up heah to Paragon, to see if theah was anyway Ah could survive up heah and do some good with it instead. Don’t know if you heard what Ah told Basti, but MAGI was leery of me patrollin’ by myself foah quite a while - Ah always had to go out with some of theah agents, and Ah suspect it was moah to keep an eye on me than to help patrol the streets.”
  “So…. long story short, Ah’m officially registered in the Hero Database as ‘Undead’. And you all have the right to know that, yes, Ah have to feed, although not blood. Ah draw off, well, life-force, Ah guess you could call it, from those criminals Ah subdue to protect othehs. And Ah can, well, share that – energy, healin’, fasteh reflexes - with those Ah work with, if you all stand close enough to the foe Ah’m targetin’. So, theah’s that.”
  She stares at her cup, vow lower as she adds, “Not eveh’one is comfortable workin’ with somethin’ like me, and if you all change yoah minds, Ah undehstand. But Ah sweah to you, Ah’ve worked hard to manage this, and Ah’ve been servin’ Paragon, and mah own Supergroup, the Dauntless Reverie, foah many yeahs…”
  “And… if you all do decide to work with me afteh all, mah real name’s Monique.”

Linuial

  “Well, Monique, it’s very nice to meet you,” Linuial replies, extending her hand in the classic gesture. Her smile is genuine, and kind. There is no hint of any undercurrent to it.

Nyghtshade

  Monique relaxes, rising and giving Linuial a neat, firm handshake in return, before returning to her seat with a smile for both of them. “Well, that’s two down… Now we’ll just have to see what Mr. Devereaux makes of mah nature.”

Linuial

  Linuial’s impish smile returns. “ ‘Mr. Devereaux’ is unlikely to care, or even give it much thought, just as he did with Basti. I don’t think you have anything to worry about. On the other hand, he might have something to say about the ‘Mister’ part.” She laughs, free and easy.
  A bit more sober: “After what we witnessed with the Carnival of Vengeance, I doubt there is very much you could do to surprise Paige. Xavier is, or was, an experienced undercover operative for the Praetorian Syndicate, so he’s seen his fair share of…unusual people.”

Linuial

  “Oh, and another thing: he does something he calls ‘Psionic Shifting’, which means he takes on both a version of another person’s powers, and their appearance as well. The first time he appeared as a Night Widow, I and another team member, Tahquitz, both attacked him. So, be warned.”

Nyghtshade

  “Hmmm, that’s different,” Nyght muses. “No warnin’ from him that he’s goin’ to do it? Maybe we should look foah a way to do so telepathically, assumin’ he’s willin’.”
  “Ah suppose Ah should mention that sunlight is not kind to me. No burstin’ into flames or anythin’, but exposure can lead to a increasin’ly severe sunburn, and move on past that oveh time to what you might call ‘charrin’. Feedin’… well, ‘drawin’ off anotheh’s energy’ helps mend it, and Ah’ve had otheh’s use theah powehs to repair it as well, although darned if Ah know how healin’ really works foah me now.”
  “And Ah’ve got no discernable heartbeat or pulse, nor any need foah breathin’ except when Ah’m talkin’. Just so you know. Don’t eveh want to be mistaken foah dead again and end up in a morgue. Again.” Her smile is a little twisted at the memory.

Linuial

  Linuial’s expression becomes thoughtful. “I’m glad you told me about that, Monique. As an empathic defender, my primary role is healing and basic buffing. I rarely fight, I try to stay out of it. By the way, if you haven’t worked with an Empath before, during a battle I’ll fly just over any tank or tanking scrapper, and heals are line-of-sight, so as long as you can see me, I can take care of you.” She ponders. “Would you mind if I give you an empathic once-over, just so I can see what your ‘normal’ health and endurance status looks like? That way, I’ll have a better idea when you need my help.”

Nyghtshade

  “Shoah, feel free to ‘scan away’,” Monique nods, settling back to ruefully regard her now thoroughly cooled tea.

Linuial

  Linuial smiles, extends her hands in Monique’s direction, and begins to chant in a language that is not English, or any other well-known language. Rays and balls of variously colored light form, around her body, around her hands. When she ends speaking, the light disappears. She nods.
  “Thank you, Monique. You definitely have a completely different ‘feel’ from most others, but it is not unknown to me. I believe that I can safely assist you, and heal you when necessary.” Settling back into her chair, she picks up her drink, raises it in salute, and takes a sip.

Devereaux

  Devereaux enters the Tiki Bar wearing a caramel colored sport coat, dark blue denim slacks and a simple white shirt. His hair is pulled back in a rough ponytail and he’s without his distinctive sunglasses. Taking a quick glance around the room, he makes note of Linuial, Bubastis and Nyghtshade sitting on the second level before making his way to the bar.
  The bartender, a pretty redhead with an Irish lilt, greets him cheerfully. “Hey, Devereaux. Whatcha having?”
  “Just coffee this time, Liz. Hold the whiskey.”
  “You got it,” she replies and pours a cup from a waiting carafe. “By the way, Yulia was here earlier. She wanted me to give you this.” Reaching underneath the bar, she retrieves a long cardboard tube and passes it to him along with his coffee.
  Taking the proffered items, he pays for the drink and makes his way upstairs to join the others. “Afternoon,” he says by way of greeting and takes a small sip from the steaming mug. Knitting his brow at the bitter taste, he plucks a packet of sugar from a basket on the table and adds it to the brew.
  “We’ll get started once Paige gets here. Apparently even the vaunted heroes of Paragon City are powerless against the tyranny of midterms.”

Paige Pirillo

  Paige walked in to the Tiki Bar… dressed very casual in a T-Shirt, shorts and sandals, complete with sunken in eyes and being a 5’ bundle of nerves.
  “Sorry I’m late. Didn’t sleep well… my roommate is lousy with the concept of ‘quiet hours’, among other things.”

Devereaux

  “Here. You look like you need it a lot more than me” Devereaux chuckles and slides his cup across the table to Paige.
  “Now that we’re all here, let’s get down to business.” He pulls the stopper from the cylinder the bartender gave him and removes a tightly rolled sheet of paper. “Watch your drinks,” he warns before spreading it out for the others to see.
  “The first encryption key we need is stored at a Crey facility in Brickstown. This schematic cost me more than I’d like to admit but it shows the layout in pretty incredible detail. As you can see, this isn’t one of those ‘Office on top, secret lab in the basement’ type deals. Crey’s hiding in plain sight with this one. The entire building’s designed to look completely innocuous but trust me. What we’re looking for is there.”
  He taps the diagram with a finger. “From what I’ve been able to figure out, we’ll need to get into the server room and jack into the system directly. From there, it should be a fairly simple process to find and download the decryption key.”

Linuial

  Linuial nods both understanding and acceptance, wearing her usual smile.

Devereaux

  “But of course, there’s a catch,” he continues. “Normally I’d handle this as infiltration and retrieval but that’s not exactly feasible this time.”
  Taking his eyes off the schematic, he lays it out plainly. “Only two of us are really suitable for this kind of job. Nyghtshade and I have the tools to get inside undetected but the rest of you just don’t. This ain’t Hollywood. I’m not gonna risk the objective on a pair of Groucho glasses and a flimsy cover story.”

Linuial

  “I’m assuming that you don’t think the two of you can complete the mission, or we wouldn’t even be discussing it. Unless you have another plan…it sounds to me like you’ve already made up your mind. Crey? Either we all go in…or none of us do.”

Nyghtshade

  Nyght looked over the schematic a second, before clarifying, “Ah should point out that while Ah can confuse living people into not really noticin’ me, it won’t work against security tech. Ah can’t mentally control a camera. Although Ah could handle a living security guard watchin’ the cameras, but only if Ah could see him. Or her.”

Devereaux

  “Great…” Devereaux replies, drawing out the word in exasperation. “I guess that means we’ll have to go with plan B.”
  He pauses for a moment to contemplate. “We can’t just break down the front door. We’ll need an airtight alibi just to get past the receptionist. Any suggestions?”

Nyghtshade

  “Mah apologies foah not bein’ cleareh about what Ah can and can’t do. Feel free to ask me anythin’ you need to know about how Ah can help. In the meantime, am Ah undehstandin’ correctly that we’ah not the only ones afteh Crey right now? That yoah Carnival of Vengeance is, as well? What if we came at it from anotheh angle, track down these Carnival of Vengeance operatives, figure out what the’ah afteh from Crey, maybe even find a way to use them as a diversion?”

Linuial

  Linuial’s smile is wiped away in a heartbeat. She turns to Devereaux, suddenly very serious. Quietly: “Do you want to take that question, or shall I?”

Devereaux

  “I’ve got it,” Devereaux replies, careful to keep his voice down.
  When he addresses Nyghtshade again his words are weighted with a serious tone. “Messing with Vengeance isn’t something you do on a whim. We didn’t all make it out alive last time.”
  Suddenly, an idea strikes him. “But we could use the Carnival as our cover story. I’m willing to bet M.A.G.I. still has some of their confiscated gear in evidence. It’s not a perfect plan by any means but staging a Carnival attack would definitely solve the access problem without tipping anyone off.”

Linuial

  “I can certainly wear a Vengeance mask, but none of the rest of you can. It might work if you chose a different Carnival…but how would you disguise Basti? Just leave her out of it? I guess we could do that…”

Paige Pirillo

  “So, are we impersonating Carnies, or are we figuring out how to get the Carnival of… well, anything… to assault Crey?” Paige asks.
  She looks at everyone, then says quietly, “Or both?” (Hoping, of course, that it isn’t the answer in favor of a more simple plan… but as soon as the words leave her lips, it’s already too late.)

Devereaux

  “Impersonating. Definitely impersonating. As for the masks, I wouldn’t need one. They’re for female members only. I’m sure M.A.G.I could put together some decent forgeries for the rest of you. That just leaves the issue of our feline friend.”
  A devious grin begins to make its way across his face. He looks Bubastis straight in the eye. “How do you feel about the circus?”

Bubastis

  The tawny-haired woman meets Devereaux’s gaze unblinkingly. “I believe I know what a ‘circus’ is, but I don’t have any feelings about one.”

Devereaux

  “Good, because you’re going to be our lion. Which makes you our lion tamer, Linuial. Any questions?”

Linuial

  Her impish smile returns. “Pretty strange looking lion, Xavier.” She laughs. “Well, I guess I can work with that. What, are we a traveling show, or a bunch of circus thieves who just happen to use their animals to commit crimes? Front door, or back door? Or roof ventilation shaft?”

Devereaux

  “Neither. As far as anyone at Crey’ll know, we’re the Carnival of Vengeance come to collect.”
  Going back to the diagram, he begins to explain the logistics. “Going through the front door at high noon still isn’t an option. Even the Carnival isn’t that bold. An after hours operation makes the most sense. That being said, this needs to look like an attack, not a clandestine operation. Sneaking around doesn’t exactly jive with that.”

Linuial

  “All right, Basti and I are in.” She leans back in her chair, and waits for the others to chime in.

Nyghtshade

  “Night-time always works best foah me,” Monique agrees quietly, “and Ah can help coordinate with Azuria at M.A.G.I., if you like. Ah daresay they can supply us with some facsimile masks if we need them, and probably costumes as well, if the Vengeance costumes are any ways similar to the Shadow ones.”
  “What otheh equipment will we need? Coms? Any special tech?”

Devereaux

  “Paige is usually in charge of communications. A telepathic link is a lot more foolproof than earpieces. As for tech, we’ll need the equipment to extract the data once we’re inside but I already have a contact lined up to supply that.”
  “Vengeance uses weapons as conduits for their magic. Swords, whips, staffs, that kinda thing. Most of what they put out is negative energy but they’ve got some light based tricks too. Would M.A.G.I. have anything we could use?”

Paige Pirillo

“Glad to help…“ Paige tells the attendees telepathically and smiles otherwise quietly as she sips the hot coffee.

Nyghtshade

  “Ah’ve no doubt Azuria can come up with somethin’, especially since she saw a need foah me to be workin’ with you all. Let’s see, the Carnival had those electric shockeh rings, and knives and swords, and some fire attacks…” She ticks off possible weapons options on her fingers.
  “What else do we need? And… does anyone know how to use swords and, um…. flame throwehs? Do we really need flame throwehs…?”

Linuial

  “Basti doesn’t need anything…she’s designed to be a kind of supersoldier all on her own. I don’t use weapons, for obvious reasons…my role is usually healing and buffs only…my few attacks are also empathic, and would probably look to a stranger much like some of the Carnie attacks. I need both my hands for healing anyway…I shouldn’t occupy them with anything else. Since I’m the only one that can safely wear a real Vengeance mask, I probably should do so…it might be our ace in the hole if something goes wrong.”
  She turns to Paige. “I haven’t had a chance yet to ask you how you are doing, Paige. Your college, of course, but more to the point…your experience with Mirelle McClune. Is any of this going to be a problem for you? Anything residual you need to share with us?”

Devereaux

  Devereaux raises an eyebrow and looks quizzically at Paige. “If there is, we need to know right now. Once we’re inside it’s gonna be a race to get what we’re after and get out before Crey can call in reinforcements or PPD decides to make an appearance. We won’t have time to spare if you go all schizophrenic on us.”
  He adds a telepathic message as well, being careful to keep the broadcast tightly focused to ensure she’s the only recipient. “You said those hipsters at the clinic were doing their jobs. You’re not still having the nightmares, are you?”

Paige Pirillo

  “Two months ago, I’d have turned this down. But I have control over it. I’m not going to lie, I’m not out of the woods. But I’ve been under stress and I’ve kept control. I think I’m ready to do this.” Paige said to the group.
“My counselor said she knows you. I told her you thought group therapy was a waste of time, and she laughed. She says ‘Hi’, by the way…“ Paige sent back to Devereaux, singling the others out of getting the message, then gave him more to identify Paige’s mentor, “She told me to tell you that ‘Nobody knows about Harper Quay’ and winked at me. Said you would know what that meant.“
  “And if you’re right and it changes from Show and Tell to become incense burning and homeopathy, I’m ready to carry out Plan B as we discussed.“

Devereaux

“That woman…” Deveraux’s mental voice is both rueful and amused. “Next time you see her, ask her how the baby’s doing. She should get a real kick outta that.”
  Feeling the all too familiar rush of adrenaline that always comes before an operation, he tries and fails to suppress a smile. “Sounds like we’ve got ourselves a plan. A decently creative one too.” Methodically, he looks to Bubastis and Nyghtshade in turn. “Paige, Linuial and I have a personal stake in all this. You two are essentially free agents. Last chance to back out…”

Paige Pirillo

  Paige suppresses her instinct to drop her jaw in shock at Devereaux’s crass thought, as any woman should, and instead goes for a yawn.
  “The coffee’s good, but nothing substitutes for sleep. Nyghtshade, Basti, I can fill you in on what they’re talking about later,” Paige said, “It’s nothing dangerous to anyone but me this far, but like a hungover quarterback, it could affect the team if I’m not on top of it.”

Nyghtshade

  “No backin’ out heah, Sir,” Nyght replies firmly to Deveraux’s offer of an ‘out’. “Ah don’t quit on a team.”
  “And Paige, if theah’s anythin’ Ah can do to help, you let me know, OK, Shugah?”

Paige Pirillo

  “That one’s easy… If I refer to myself as Shiara, knock me the hell out.” Paige said, “Of course, not at this moment, but you get the idea.”

Bubastis

  Bubastis meets Devereaux’s gaze directly, unblinking. “I am deeply grateful to you for allowing me to join in this mission. I hope that I can be an asset.” It has the flavor of a formulaic response.

Devereaux

“Go in guns blazing against a multinational corporation, backed up by a four foot science experiment and a girl who dresses like Prince in concert. Oh, and by the way, you’re gonna blame the whole thing on a bunch of circus themed cult nuts. What happened to my life?”
  “Don’t say I didn’t warn you” he says, chuckling to himself at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.

NARRATOR

  Your decision made, you and your team mates spend some time going over the details of the plan a few more times. Eventually you feel as comfortable as you can be considering the sheer audacity of what you are about to do. Tabs are paid and the team descends the makeshift rope bridge to exit the Tiki Bar.
  From there it’s off to Atlas Park to enlist M.A.G.I.’s assistance in building the cover for your assault on the Crey Corporation. Then on to Brickstown and what you hope will be a successful mission.

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