[[A man stands on the envelope of the blimp, the wind whipping his white coat about him. He holds in a baton in one hand and stares over the City, the gunfire and the screams, the minor explosions and the major, the smoke billowing from the hall of the missing. He turns to the camera and smiles. A horrible smile, a little tick that never leaves
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(OOC - response to the missing remark)
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Valentine, wasn't it?
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We know how reckless he can be.
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Will you attack if I they did, Abel?
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Test me and find out, Herr Major.
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What must we do to bring out the old Enemy of the World?
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And again, and again, and again.
We'll overturn useless results a thousand times.
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I call you forth.
I call all of you forth.
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