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Jeph, breaking his gaze with the door, clambered over Mitch's head, and sat on it. "Well, once you destroy the city, you need to get off quick. What you should do is destroy the turrets or whatever first, get to the edges with any vehice you can muster, and then take down the engines. We go in stealthy, go out with a bang. In, out, get off, and we all make our handbaskets, 'cause we're goin' to hell." Jeph said gravely. Mitch nodded somberly, and Jeph reached behind him for the wrench he deposited in its slot. "While we're in there, if a general Deprecor attacks you, tell him little Jephy is looking for him. It's time my little brother gets shown whose the superior in our family." Jeph added, smacking the spanner into his hand for emphasis. "Jeph, do you really want to do this? Your brother in the one who ordered your exile in the first place, man. He will not take kindly to your return." Mitch said concernedly, tilting his head up slightly. "I'm more sure about this than I was when we left. It's time the prodigal son returned home, my friend. My homecoming might just bring the city down to boot." Jeph replied, an evil grin forming on his face. "Besides, my family may have forgotten the face they hate so dearly." Jeph smacked the wrench again, and Mitch grew silent. Jeph spoke of his family very rarely, and only when he had vengance in his heart.