Well now.
Andrew bugged out. Didn't think much of it...immediately. Then a MIST kill team stormed the building trying to kill all of us. Sort of narrows down the suspects, eh? Got winged a few times, but having insta-heals meant it didn't do much. Kenny and Hal took it worse, but again...instant healing and being insanely tough. Then...mrgh. Lexi. I really need to sit down and have a talk with her about where she directs that voodoo bullshit she does to peoples heads, because she can damn well stay out of mine.
It did stop the fight, though. That, and Cindy's awesome blast-wave thing. Supposedly the entire squad has given themselves over to Utgard-Loki, which is fucking ridiculous. If there was any dangers, we'd be the first ones to put a stop to things, and some ass-monger who stole his name from Assassin's Creed sent the kill-team. Supposedly he can't lie or some bullshit. Which is nonsense. Everyone can. And does. I lied about my age all the time to get booze before I was 21. Who's going to suspect the 6 foot 2 girl of being underage? Nobody, that's who. During this whole fruity little chat, where we couldn't even insult those cockwads, I kept trying to throw off whatever Lexi did.
I suppose I'm not that mad at her, despite the fact that those little pricks attacked us and should've been dealt with. Unfortunately, by the time I shook it off and went to start going rock & roll on 'em, their patron arrived. How we dealt with that...
Doesn't matter right now. All I know is that when I catch up to Andrew, that little treacherous cur is a fucking dead man. I am going to hang him from the nearest streetlamp by his own intestines.
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