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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
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"As you can see, we have three choices in front of us. Each has been weighed for discresion, trustworthyness, reputation, and economic value. Ultimately, like so many things in life, science only brings us so far, leaving the final decision in the hands of the fickle tastes of humanity. This sobering thought considered..."
Night Thrasher's eyes narrow as he adjusts the papers. "Italian, Indian, or Chinese?" The menus sit in front of the New Warriors, waiting...but will they make a decision in time?!
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There was a dink noise as hand met helmet.
"This is the big decision you--" A pause, as he considered something. "Thrash, I'm guessin' this is your ever so subtle way of sayin' we need to start spending more time together if we're gonna be a team again."
Socially and, of course, in training.
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"Part of my calculations include the time it will take to deliver here." Night Thrasher explains, typing a few commands into his wrist computer console, "Which happens to be just enough time to run through a standard mark-theta training module."
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Boy, this was one team that really hated practice.
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