tengaku squared

*steals death note* *writes down KKLT*

"I have had a vision." The eldest man was sitting cross-legged on a simple mat on the floor. Ares and the other man walked in the room. "And what is that...vision?" Ares inquired. The eldest man took a deep breath, then said, ominous shadow hanging over each word, "The shinagami will rise again." "That is impossible! He is dead!" "Or perhaps...that is what he wants you to think." This remark immediately shut up Ares. "If he," placing disgust on the pronoun, "returns to fight us again...there will be major consequences on our side. We cannot afford this." "Then what should we do?" the other man spoke. "Of course, we will place a tail on the DCW members. As for him..." the man paused and thought for a moment. Then he spoke. "Mark will find him. We simply need to find him, and follow him." "That...may prove harder than expected. He escaped our organization, he won't be sloppy as to get himself followed." "We know this. What we need to do is..."

I don't need a team. I just need me and my rifle.

@Jean: I will not go into specifics on why girls are weirder, either.

What's going on?

This. I'm pushing it as it is.

Oh, you're on your iPhone. That's understandable, then.

I'm sorry, but reading this hurts my eyes.

Bye!

It's a vital attribute necessary for website makers.

XD

I don't go to school, but I return to college and classes in September.

Careful what you ask for. It may come true. :V FIFY = Fixed It For You.

FIFY. @Jean:

<3

She's someone I knew.

No. She's a different Grace. And she's coming to help you. Just look for a black sports car.

"So, they've decided to break out on their own, huh. And I've just organized the excavation team." A sharp pain in his chest reminded Mark that he should be resting as much as possible. He slowly, as if the bed was made up of spikes, laid on the bed. "There's no way they'll be able to make it far without help." He took a breath, then called, "Grace!" A girl, about 16, answered the call. Her glasses reflected the light such that her eyes were not visible, and her black hair was coursing down her shoulders like a waterfall. "You rang?" Mark gestured at the girl to move closer, then whispered in her ear. "There are people trying to escape the syndicate. I need you to drive over and assist them in their escape." The girl's eyes rose. "The car?" Mark groaned in discomfort for a moment, then said. "Black Panther. Should be in the garage." "Will do. Should I bring anyone else?" "Sam and William." "I understand William - he's our muscle...but why Sam?" "Sam's an explosive expert. He can help you prime the Black Panther's missiles. Also...I have a feeling you're going to need a bang." The girl contemplated this for a moment. "Sure." Then she spun around, and walked out the door. Mark stared at the ceiling. The pain in his chest receded. He sighed.

This this this this this.

@Jean: I am also willing to go, if it wasn't for the fact I'm dying right now. :V EDIT: *lovey-doveys Jean*

*points at self* Ore?

But my plan went off unhinged.

"Sometimes...plans...go astray." - John Silver, Treasure Planet