Snippet #1505817

Too many deaths. Unecessary killings. No. Not unecessary, but not wanted. Unavoidable. Too bad. Gregory stared off into space. In war casualties are always a factor, one multiplied several times over when one considered how fragile humans were. No way to defend themselves adequately against even one another, much less a super. It was pitiful how easily they fell under their power... Gregory shook his head slightly.

Next project. We need something small, yet big. More subtle than just crashing into Mortix on three fronts. That just meant spreading the troops much thinner than was necessary...now it's time for a concentrated attack. Some kind of operation that get's us close enough to give the big-wigs at Mortix a scare. Make them realize that they lived in glass houses, and that they are not the only ones with stones to toss. But where to begin? What could we...oh! That's it! That-

The immortal's reverie was broken by the arrival of Vincent. Or, rather, the man's voice. In truth Greg had not noticed Vincent coming into Charlotte's home, or Gene having gotten up for that matter. Gregory arose from the couch and stretched, muttering a greeting to Vincent. He was still contemplating the specifics of his next plan against Mortix as he moved across the room towards the back door. Within a minute or two the youthful super had entered, changed from his suit and dress shoes to jeans, a t-shirt, jacket and sneakers and returned to the collective rebellion.

As he walked past the kitchen area Gregory stole a glance at Gene. Still curvy and firm when stuffed inside pants... he was, of course, looking at her rear-end. His eyes moved up to Charlotte and her newly acquired tea and the boy could not help but smile. It was an odd sensation for the immortal, but attachment to others was what kept what was left of his sane mind thinking straight. The others were talking about going out for dinner...it wasn't a bad idea.

"Alright Vincent." he said while finally looking the older man in the eye, "I'll take you up on that offer. The Mortix goons'll probably be searching for people trying to lay low...not an odd-family outing. We takin' your car or Char...lie...'s...sorry." he winced and tried not to look the electrolinetic in the eye. "After I get my next...check, we can go shopping for a new baby to call your own. Maybe some attachments too."

For all intents and purposes Gregory appeared to be the happy teenager once more. "Alrighty. College students going out, a couple of us are relatives...Namely John and Eliot." he took out his student-ID and smirked, opening the door leading outside. "Looks like it's my birthday, should we need an excuse."