"Did you miss anything? Well I'd say not much" Said Barrock in a sarcastic tone.

"Looks like you guys are going somewhere, mind if I tag along?" He said as he started to lean on both of them.

"You'd better talk to Zack first, he'd know where you best belong, besides you need to be filled in" Barrock said.

"Your probably right, so where is the fool?" He says as he lets go and looks out the room.

At Barrock's comment about the fighting, Brad waited for the other man to leave then turned and said, "Ah, but here's the thing. You're a passive agressive psychopath who doesn't seem to grasp the reality that dead is dead, and that if you fight you get hurt."

To emphasize his point, Brad pulled his gun and held it up. "This is a tool used for fighting. If I shoot someone, there's no rewind button or second chance. With every pull of the trigger, there could be one less person in the world. One less person who can see like me, think like me, can love like me, and has a family, like me."

Brad put away the gun. "Fighting and war aren't jokes. Personally, I think it's time people like you start realizing that."

Then, Brad left the room, heading to get himself a cup of coffee.

(ooc glad to see things have picked back up.)

IC: Zack sauntered in to the room. He was dressed in his traditional attire: Black leather pants, Black T-shirt, blacl leather jacket, and combat boots. From his left ear hung an earing with a strange alchemical design. On his right hand he wore a black fingerless glove. In the hall behind him stood Amy looking back down the hallway. Here long raven hair was draped over one shoulder. She wore a Black mesh top over a white t-shirt, and a black leather mini-skirt. "What's eating him?" Zack asked gesturing in the direction Brad was headed. "Nevermind that now. Sparky, you're late! Go see Shadow in the computer room for your briefing. You'll be working with him for now. Slaughter, Chaos and grim are waiting in the front parking lot by the van.
"Everyone else is out back waiting to head to the airport. Alright, let's get this show on the road people. One more thing, if no one in your party awakens to their powers within five minutes of entering the gateway, leave and then contact Shadow to find out where to head next." He then turned and walked back out of the room.

Barrock was in a bad mood as he watched the landscape go by through the window of his van 'It's not that I like killing or hurting people, It's just I.. the exiliration the thrill of fighting it's... we're not fighting people or only bad ones at that so I shouldn't have any qualms about killing. Should I?' Barrock was thinking in self reflection.

"Shadow eh? Well whatever, he can't be worse than you." He said as walked off toward the computer room.

OOC: Sheesh people, please be more in depth. I have no clue where most of you are.

IC: Psych drank his coffe from a paper cup, then crushed it and returned to their little band.

"Well, let's move."

OOC: I'm in the computer room, where ever the hell that is compared to the room Barrock was in.

IC:As Frank entered the computer room, he shouted "Yo, Shadow were are you?" Without waiting for a response, he took a few steps in, shut the door, and took a look around.