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Lunna Dea
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Old 04-02-2014, 09:15 AM

<Will do!> the image of a young woman in uniform saluting appeared on his screen then winked before disappearing again. The face had been there only moments but he has seen that face before. In fact most of the nation had seen that face.

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<good news kids! We are going to Vegas!> the message appeared on Marcus’ phone only to disappear moments later. The elevator chimed and the doors opened to reveal a group of people who looked board and ready to go home. A few of them got off as Tiny and Marcus got on. Looking around at each of the people carefully Tiny wondered if the people around them were going out to work. <boss man says you have approval for those days off.> Tiny did not notice it appear on his phone as she was trying to decide if she liked being there or if she wanted to get off at the next elevator stop.

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“that would be a wise move!” Lucifer growled at Creador as he hunched down behind the desk again the anger and rage clear on the grotesque face. The once blue of his eyes now seemed to be filled with licking flames. His fingers slowly drummed acrossed the desk. “for as long as this company has been around he seems to have been right on our tails. “

“do not worry, my lord.” Shadow Spinners voice rasped out as she leaned forward to Lucifer. “soon this batch will be ready and we can send them out to do as needed. Soon enough he will not have any of his team to call on, they will have fallen before us or joined us.” A cold dry crackle like the north wind of a frozen lake echoed around her.

“make sure you men are not careless as that one was last time Creador, I know it was not his fault that we did not have the full intell on the Ghost Cat but that still does not make up for the loss of his life.” Out of all the higher ups in the company, Dragoness seemed to be the only one that carried for the little man, the one at the bottom of the work pile.