>>5367584Thinking quickly, you motion your four compadres into the surrounding rooms that are thankfully vacant. Though the notion of taking down this gaggle of guards is highly tempting, once they know you’re here, it will be substantially more difficult from that point onwards.
As the guards edge ever-closer to your position, you hear the sounds of some heated conversation between the three of them, which works in your favor since you wouldn’t dare peek outside of the door.
“--That was kind of funny when we blasted that pigeon’s brains out.” One of the guards speaks up.
“No. No, it wasn’t, George.” The second one objects. “You just wanted to make it look like we were actually busy. Either that, or you’re just downright sick in the head.”
“For all we know, there could’ve been a camera on that pigeon– could’ve been some sort of spy or something, you know?”
“Fat freaking chance.” That comes from number two, who doesn’t believe George’s crappy excuse for one second.
Well, there’s no way in hell I’m becoming a Level E employee– do you even know what they do to those guys?” George lowers his voice to a near-whisper. “Remember what happened to Joe?”
“Yeahyeahyeah… Joe, schmoe– the guy was beggin’ for it if you ask me.” Number three says.
“Well now he's as good as dead.” Number two chimes in. “Wonder who reported him.”
“Jill probably. She’s always been nothing but a bitch. Had it out for Joe too.” George replies.
“Wouldn’t expect anything less from her…” Number three tells George. “At least Carmine had some sense of reason.”
While you weren’t all-that-interested in the guards’ conversation, the name ‘Carmine’ rings a bell, mainly because that had been the last name of that stone-faced blonde woman who was at the conference and had subsequently mudslinged the shit out of you and the rest of the M-Guard. You still owe her a good slap in the face for that stunt– not today, of course, but definitely when the time comes for you to cross paths with the X-Force once more.
Had the X-Force weren’t in New York right now, the alarm bells in your head would be going off like mad. Thankfully, that is not the case.
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