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Once again, the building seemed back to its usual forte; busy work and researching. Neither of which being the concern of Jericho, he simply watched the colony of nerds buzz about in their usual fashion, while he lulled about in his own usual fashion. In honesty, he was laying in wait, waiting for that vital information to drift through the air that he could act upon, but nothing seemed to come up. With every glance over anyone's shoulder, it was nothing but tracing, and researching, and all the other things that Jericho wasn't capable of helping with. It was simply agony, letting the adrenaline in his body slowly fade into boredom. Without a doubt, the longest ten minutes of his life.

Leaning up against the cart that held the fresh corpse, Jericho's glances darted around, until a new sight was closing in towards him. The sight of Hunter, near to fully geared out, was enough to coax Jericho into his usual, razor-sharp grin.

"Did we wake you, motherfucker?" He said as Hunter approached, sending a nod of acknowledgment towards the guy.

Jericho leaned off the cart, taking a small half-step out of the way. He assumed that Hunter would at least be interested in seeing what the enemy had looked like...Of course, he'd just have to imagine the poor fellow without the smoldering hole in his noggin. It was even still warm.

"Man, Hunter, boy. You missed it. These bastards tried to hit us. Guns blazing, police sirens...Just, everything went to shit for a minute."

"By the way, where the hell were you during this whole debacle? You really picked a bad time to catch up on your beauty sleep, you know that?"

"Oh, but look...You're all decked out, ready for that fighting that you missed. You weren't asleep, were you? You were busy matching your body armor to your combat-boots, yeah? Don't bother answering that, I've gotta tell you how it all went down. Hold your questions and comments for a second, you chatter-box. Geez."

"While you were busy getting dressed, we had a bit of an...infestation. Dirty weasels were going in incognito, until this place started going up in alarms. Oh, and then! Then, they had the stones to try muscling their way through the corridors...but, of course, that's when I arrived on the scene, and...Well, you can see for yourself the mess THAT shootout made. Jericho concluded, patting the kevlar coated corpse for emphasis.

Jericho seemed to rattle on and on, never stopping to take a breath, and cutting of any chance for an interuption in his speaking. If there was anything that the man was good at, it was talking. Of course, like everything Jericho ever said, the story came out sounding more like gloating than an actual recap. Especially with his smile plasted across his face.

"And now...We're here. Just waiting for someone to give me a name, or a target...Oh! Did they tell you who did it yet? Who was it, man? Who was it? Who's got the bollocks big enough to come messing with the Horizon? It was the Insurgency, wasn't it?" He asked, a tad too full of arrogance and fury as he began to loom over Hunter, an angry glare mounting.