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The Taylor Foundation. It's where he's lived since he was very young, where he trained, honing himself under the firm guidence of Chord and Tai into a living weapon to be weilded against the filth of the underworld. It's where he's preserved his family's legacy and vanguarded movement after movement to make the world a better place.
But it wasn't home. Not yet, anyway. Dwayne let the mask slip over his face, taking a second to appreciate the cool softness of the leather and the faint hum of his costume's technology warming up. In seconds, the Night Thrasher is ready.
A finger on the communications panel. "New Warriors." Night Thrasher calls, "Report. It's time to make our plans."
But it wasn't home. Not yet, anyway. Dwayne let the mask slip over his face, taking a second to appreciate the cool softness of the leather and the faint hum of his costume's technology warming up. In seconds, the Night Thrasher is ready.
A finger on the communications panel. "New Warriors." Night Thrasher calls, "Report. It's time to make our plans."