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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dayspire" data-source="post: 2730491" data-attributes="member: 35765">Citizen V listens to Fracture and Verdant."We leave shortly, Verdant."  He says.  "As for our plan - we have a limited drop zone.  The Rat Pack will be dropping the aerial based defenses on the S.H.I.E.L.D. warehouse just before our attack.  They have an inside mole, you see.  At that point, we shall ambush the ambushers!"  He turns to Fracture.  "You are correct.  This is a race against time, a race for public good will.    You will soon see when this plan bears fruit."Citizen V hears this and looks down in contemplation.  He nods at the Professional's explanation."True, Professional.  True.  But also what Kaiju says has merit.  And here - shown so quickly and obviously - is my reason for picking our golden-skinned friend." V steps forward and places a hand on Kaiju.  He doesn't flinch.  "Unlike most of us who knew in our hearts we were criminals, young Robert here has not.  His crimes were accidental.  His heart has remained honest.  And with that comes a type of wisdom I have sadly left behind years ago."  Citizen V pauses for a moment, looking at Kaiju.  He then nods and walks back to his control center.  His fingers press a sequence of keys, and it powers down with a low whine.Fracture - [sblock]You hear something.  Just the slightest bit of gravel shifting outside the warehouse.  The others appear oblivious to it.  You are about to say something when...[/sblock]"Let us depart.  You may not know it, but our transportation has arrived."Citizen V begins walking quickly to the entrance.  His stride is that of a man on a mission.  You follow him, weaving through the warehouse.  "Though I have chosen this... shell of a place for our initial base for ulterior motives, I refuse to skimp elsewhere." Leaving through the front entrance, most of you stop in shock at what you see.The front area of the warehouse is a small parking lot, faded yellow lines marking spots where cars once parked.  Now filling most of that lot is some type of jet.  There is no question that it was not here before.  At some point during your discussion it must have landed, in perfect silence.  "Behold.  The A42 Mark Three.  It was originally nicknamed the Storm Chaser.  Fitting for us, yes?"It is about the size of a standard F-14, but wider and less aerodynamic.  It's easy to think of it as a cross between a some kind of fighter jet and the space shuttle.  It is burnished silver  in color, with the stylized Thunderbolts sigil on the dorsal fin.*  A hatch descends from the belly as you walk out, hitting the asphalt with a muted clank.  This close, you can just barely detect a low hum coming from it.  "It's best feature is its almost utter silence.  I doubt any of you heard it land!  It came to me through a variety of paths, dummy corporations and such.  I assure you, while it was quite expensive - it was also purchased in a most lawful manner."*ooc: Despite what the picture shows! </blockquote>

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