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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hammerhead" data-source="post: 1451814" data-attributes="member: 73">Ryan smiled nervously, masking his fear and anticipation. This is it. Our first real mission, a chance to prove ourselves. Let's hope we don't screw up, because this is going to be on the news for sure."Uh, I think all of have codenames, although for the life of me I can't remember Mark's, but we all prefer our real names here." Ryan then examines the monitor, checking the exits of the club.It feels nice to be the one doing the ambushing, Ryan thinks, recalling all of his previous battles. His eyes scan the monitor, and then move up to his friends...their smiles, their eyes, their faces...against someone like Strength, who left broken and battered corpses in his wake. Ryan has a sudden vision of Anika in a similar state, dead, and he shakes his head, trying to clear the image from his mind. "I never had much time to think, before they happened," he says softly, as if something were stuck in his throat, suffocating him. I've never had time to think, to predict, to imagine, to fear what could happen...I've always just responded. Can I do this? What if something goes wrong, and innocent people get hurt? Or worse, one of us doesn't make it back home? Ryan's face is sullen as he focuses on the monitor.</blockquote>