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Angel

Recently announced to be the second biggest threat to Society and second in command of the "Unclean", few know of her past, and how she came to be Exiled in the first place.

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a character in “City Of The Damned”, as played by Saint Crash

Description

OFFENDER xNAME

Detail's of this Offender's real name were destroyed in an arson attack shortly after her removal from Society. She most commonly goes by 'Angel', and is strongly believed that only her partner, Saint, is aware of her true name.

OFFENDERx NUMBER

[8904148]

AGEx OFx OFFENDER
Offender is believed to be roughly twenty years of age. Intelligence suggests that she is twenty-two years old.

DESCRIPTION x OFx OFFENDER
Offender 8904148 is in peak physical condition, easily identified by her lean musculature, as well as her flexibility, strength and stamina in combat. Standing above the average height for a woman at roughly 178 centimeters [approx. Five feet, 10 inches.] this Offender often cuts an intimidating figure. This said and despite being a rebel figurehead, she has still retained a somewhat feminine figure. The offender has been described as pretty, by both Offender and Officer, but not in typical Society fashion. The Offender's hair is black in color, and she never has it far below her jawline for her own ease in day-to-day activities. Even so, the Offender is known to wear clips or hair ties when fighting so her field of vision is not obscured. Her eyes have been reported as being dark green and color, and she is said to be slightly long-sighted. She is most often seen covered in a variety of cuts and bruises, and she is reported to have a small tattoo of a pair of wings under her left collarbone.


PSYCHOLOGICALx EVALUATION
By Society's standards, Offender 8904148 is quite a violent individual, but when compared to her peers, she seems to be quite level-headed. She seems to focus her rage when she believes it is needed; confronting Society's Officers with her firearms, her blades, or if pushed, her fists. It is also worth noting that although she is quite happy to participate in a fist fight or brawl with law enforcement, she seems to be most comfortable away from the fray with a long range weapon.
The Offender is seen to be quiet, borderline introverted individual, but remains very influential person to know. She gains people's trust as she seems to be somewhat less desensitized to the world around her, and allows her feel empathy and connect with other people. She has a reputation of rarely turning away those who are injured or dying.
What is known is that she is highly suspicious of those who have been recently removed from Society. Reports have the Offender shooting and killing an individual she had met not ten minutes before.

OFFENDERx THREATx LEVEL
OFFENDER IS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS -- DO NOT APPROACH WITHOUT BACK-UP.

OFFENDERx HISTORY
Offender 8904148 (from herein referred to as 'Angel') is suspected to have grown up within Society's borders, as she is fully literate and had basic mathematical abilities, two things which would be impossible to acquire solely in exile. A young adolescent matching 'Angel's' description was charged with aiding a young exiled terrorist, but was never recovered. Her uncle, charged with the same crime, resisted arrest and, leaving Officers with no other option, was executed on scene. It is thought that 'Angel' may have been a witness and run before she could be formally charged herself. Not much definitely related to 'Angel' can be determined until her first (confirmed) attack on Society enforcement officials a year later. She did not kill, but left three in a critical condition. Her first kill was that of the Officer who executed her Uncle almost a year later. Shortly afterward Angel is believed to have started to gain notoriety in Exile. She became a drugs dealer, dealing mainly in supplying alcohol, nicotine and other 'lower' class drugs for recreation, and giving harder drugs for those who could not repay debts to the Exile 'Scroungers'.
Angel has since rose to prominence as a serious threat to Society

OFFENCES
    Arson [Multiple Counts]
    Assault on Police Officers [Multiple Counts]
    Disorderly Conduct [Multiple Counts]
    Inciting riots [Multiple Counts]
    Murder of Police Officers [Multiple Counts]
    Possession of Class A drugs with intent to supply [Multiple Counts]
    Possession of Class B drugs with intent to sell and supply [Multiple Counts]
    Possession of Class C drugs with intent to sell and supply [Multiple Counts]
    Possession of Class C drugs for personal usage. [Multiple Counts]
    Possession of Unauthorized Firearms [Multiple Counts]
    Sexual assault on a police officer

So begins...

Angel's Story

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Evening quickly fell upon Society, and the good, well-behaved citizens were heading inside their homes, drawing the curtains and settling in for another safe, cozy night. No more than a few miles away however, the old city was just coming to life. The scavengers set up their stalls, shouting and offering to sell or buy anything form the passers-by, the doors opened to several watering holes scattered around, and quickly filled with patrons and the streets filled with color and noise as people brave enough left their hiding places and started to chat amongst themselves and with various vendors. News of the rebels was discussed in whispers in corners, for fear someone might overhear some information that might give them away. Despite their surroundings, the people seemed... not happy exactly, but somewhat content with their lot in life. They could feel a change in the air and some just dared to feel a spark of hope.

A dark haired woman sat unnoticed on a stone bench, tending to an open wound on her arm. Not every night was as peaceful as this, but thankfully, the last week or so had been quiet. That was what was worrying her; Society never stayed away as long as they had done. As a result, she'd barely slept over the past few days. She'd received the wound earlier, when she'd tried to break up a fight between two vendors, arguing over who owned a spot on the pavement. Her slow reactions had resulted in her getting injured. She winced slightly as she flushed it out with some antiseptic, quickly threading a sterile needle with some sterile thread and began the process of stitching herself up. She was lucky; she had some very basic medical training, and access to medical supplies, without having to pay the inflated rates of the scavengers. Finishing off the stitching, she covered it with a scrap of material, tying it firmly, but not too tightly around the wound. Clean bandages were a luxury that could be afforded to somebody else.

The woman began to study some of the other scars on her arms she'd received since she'd become known as Angel. Some of these scars had to be at least... She frowned; how long was she here? She'd stopped counting the days a long, long time ago. She had been fifteen when... when she'd met Saint for the first time and well, she certainly didn't look like an awkward teenager anymore. She most certainly didn't feel like a little girl anymore, thinking briefly of Saint with a small smile. She was born in 2229, which would make her... about twenty one now.

She blinked in mild surprise. Seven years.

Angel didn't regret any of it. Not one minute of it.

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It was strange how people could be so close physically and yet be worlds apart. Yet, with those high walls, the drugs in their food, water, and the very air they breathed along with the institutional brainwashing and pleasure of a "Perfect Society", the good, well-behaved citizens of the new city were worlds apart from the poverty and the desperation of the "Damned" or Uncleaned. Truthfully, if given a choice, a green-eyed youth mused as he approached a familiar figure with a slight smile, he wouldn't choose be anywhere else. Life outside Society was hard and it was desperate. You never knew when some punk or policeman would finish you off, but it was real.

"It isn't like you to be injured by a couple of scavengers," Saint commented as he sat next to his second-in command. He looked at her arm and was satisfied to see that it was properly bandaged. He frowned slightly at their condition, though, "I suppose we'll need to raid their medics soon. It's a shame that we cannot surprise them. They're starting to guard their food and medical supplies better."

He looked at her, his eyes asking her what was bothering her, but not pressing it.

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Angel couldn't help but smile as a familiar figure came into view and just for a moment, made her forget that she was exhausted, injured and under threat. She surrendered her arm without a word, letting Saint look it over.
"I suppose we'll need to raid their medics soon. It's a shame that we cannot surprise them. They're starting to guard their food and medical supplies better."
Angel nodded the affirmitive. "We can last for a little longer if things don't deteriorate, but if Society order 'population control', I doubt we could handle it." She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose in thought. "Mmhm, security's definitely gone up; the guards are either gay or frigid because I got absolutely nothing out of them the last time. Not as much as a cheap pass."
Angel's eyes opened with a mischievous smile. "Hey, maybe we could put you in a dress this time, five inch heels, tights maybe if we can find them. If it's not a turn on, it might be a surprise alright."
If things remained completely serious all of the time, it would almost be as bad as returning to Society and it's humorless, sterile culture. Most citizens lacked true emotion and personality, so it would be redundant anyway.

But no amount of light-heartedness could get her to escape the look in Saint's eyes. It was taking every drop of Angel's will-power not to reach and touch him, or to reach for his hand. Her own hand twitched in frustration; he was mere inches away... She would be perfectly happy to lie her head down on Saint's shoulder, pull his arm around her and sleep till kingdom come. Angel just sighed instead, meeting her partner's eyes. "I'm... I'm just too tired," She confessed, "I'm just exhausted, I'm a liability. I'll need to sleep properly tonight. It's been a week, don't tell me you don't need to rest either."

She hauled herself to her feet, offering Saint a hand up. "But right now we've got an interrogation."

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"Hmm... I'm sure the guys would get a laugh at that. Some might give me a few winks," Saint laughed, though he inwardly cringed at the thought of dressing up like a male slut. Still, it was better than watching men drool over Angel. Whenever that happened, he had to show them both why she liked him best. He smiled slightly at the memories. He frowned, however, as she began to explain what was wrong.

"Society is planning something and when they actually think, it's always nasty," Saint noted darkly. Their thinking was always twisted and cruel, tailored to destroy what hope the Damned had or to satisfy their own twisted ideals of "purity" and "justice".

He took her hand and grinned at her, "Alright. The sooner we interrogate the newbie, the sooner we can sleep together."

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Matthias was led into a rather dark and cramped room, with a square table and 3 chairs. There were now two rebels in the room, the one Matthias had followed and another one covered by shadows at the back of the room. Both were armed.

The one who had led him here gestured for him to sit. He noticed the chair was rather old and unstable, which could only mean that Saint and co. had been around a while. How many others had sat here before him?

He hoped his Uncle Jerry hadn’t. From when he remembered him, he reeked of onions.

Probably why he was cast out.

One of the rebels told him Saint would be here soon, along with Angel, who Matthias had learned was Saints second-in-command. Now he was a little more nervous. He had heard stories of the severe dislike Angel had for new people here. How she would ‘shoot them in ten minutes of knowing them’, and the like.

Obviously Saint wasn’t God in comparison, but at least he would probably be able to be civilised towards him. If that exists in this place.

Anyway, at least if he was accepted into the rebels he would be safe enough, with a gun and shelter.

Hopefully.

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"You do have lovely legs," Angel teased with a crooked grin, knowing that Saint would be squirming at the mere thought of cross-dressing. "You really must show them off more often, darling."
Her grin disappeared as he mentioned Society and their plans. She knew Society's twisted ideals only too well, having experienced them first-hand as a child. "I know... It's just so unusual for them to hold out so long. Worrying wears me out." She added with a shake of her head and a ghost of a smile. 
She couldn't help but give a small laugh as Saint took her hand.  "Alright. The sooner we interrogate the newbie, the sooner we can sleep together."

"You know, there's times I wonder if you think about anything else." Angel murmured, meeting Saints eyes with a grin, pulling him away to the rendezvous. Inside the shack, finding themselves alone at last, she turned and pressed her lips against Saint's. 
"Showtime," She whispered with a small smile, letting her hair down and pulling down her t-shirt a fraction, partly to try and throw the new guy, partly to rile Saint's possessiveness. A little bit of jealousy brought out her lover's best traits. 

Slipping down into the room with ease, Angel did not announce herself to the others in the room. Instead she lurked several feet behind their new recruit, waiting for Saint to start proceedings. 

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"They will never win. Remember that. They've been trying to destroy us for years and they still haven't come close," Saint assured her with a slight smile as she caught his innuendo, "Whatever do you mean, love? I was just looking forward to a good night's rest."

As he finished saying this, he schooled his expression before entering a run-down shack they used to question the new recruits. It wasn't honestly more to intimidate the rookies more than anything, but it also helped send a message: this wasn't a game. You fought or you died.

He took a seat across from the recruit and stared into his eyes. He was definitely new to the wasteland. He could see the fear, despite his best attempts to hide it. He'd soon learn once he was out here for a couple more months, he hypothesized.

"So, what makes you think you're useful to us and, more importantly, why should we trust you?" he opened with, a single eyebrow raised at him as he did his best not to show annoyance at Angel's show of flesh. It was irrational, after all.

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“Good to meet you too, Saint, and, er, Angel is it?” Matthias leaned forward, gaining a little more confidence as he spoke. “You ask why I’m useful, I ask you this, When was the last time society attacked you? Not recently I bet. You see I got thrown out only about a week ago, and even a week before that they were planning this.”

“I happened to know someone who had access to Intel on society’s plans, but he would never let me see. Always said it was top secret. Confidential. I can see now he was a copper round here. Anyways, I was curious, so, one night, I, er, might’ve mugged him when he was coming home. Sure, I felt bad about it, even though he never knew it was me, but when I saw what was there I didn’t feel bad at all. Not at all.”

“So I was thinking about it on the way home, and, well, I was sorta early, and, er, events sorta cropped up. Events including my fiancée, and my neighbour, sorta in the same bed. So, not going into details all of the Intel sorta vanished from my mind, until when I was getting kicked out. I hid all the papers and everything and luckily they only roughly searched me, as I was rather violent so they had to get me out as quickly as possible. I still have all the Intel.”

Matthias leaned back again. “So you might be thinking, ‘Well, why doesn’t this crazy stranger just sell us this and leave?’ Well, I would, but your gonna need all the help you can get with this.” He stayed silent for a moment, waiting for Saint and Angel’s response.

In that moment he got a good look at them. Saint was roughly what he expected, but Angel looked a bit tougher than he’d thought, and slightly more careless. He also noticed they were in a little bit of a hurry, but did well to hide it.

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Angel raised an eyebrow slightly as the newbie told his story. Intel certainly was tempting bait, and he seemed eager but she wanted to clarify a few things first. She stood right in front of him, before bending down to his level and taking his jaw in her hand, as if she were inspecting his face. She let a moment of silence pass before speaking. 
 "You're a little young to be getting married, aren't you? Shotgun wedding, was it?" She mused, tilting his head a little each way. "You don't seem to miss the poor girl either."

She sat on his lap casually, running her hands down his arms, across his chest and torso down to his hips before leaning forward and running her hands along his back as well. This generally came as a surprise to most, so much so that Angel had generally finished her checks when they recovered their senses. She stood up in one fluid motion, winking at the recruit before facing Saint. 
"He's not packing, I can't find any bugs and he's unusually fit for a Citizen." She shrugged, once again moving behind the new recruit, producing a knife this time. "Do you remember that spy we had a little while back? That guy had a very similar sales patter too, if I remember correctly..."

Okay, she was still playing with him, but her outward appearance remained cool and serious. She just wanted to shake him up a little bit. 

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“Surely you must’ve killed somebody before Miss Angel, I doubt you miss them.” Matthias smiled. “Oh, did I not say that part, I murdered her. Cheerful story, eh?” He turned to her. “Which I guess answers your other question, about us being a bit young. We were, well, I thought we were rather deeply in love. Met by introduction from mutual friends. Knew there was going to be something between us from the first moment. Or at least thought I knew. Gosh, maybe I should’ve shot my neighbour first, preferably in the balls...Anyway, I’m not a psychopath, I just got a bit angry. Or, quite a bit angry you could say.”

“Before you ask ‘did you regret it?’ I definitely didn’t at the time, but now, I’m not so sure.” He trailed off, and then abruptly turned back. “I’m not sure I like to talk about it much, but this,” He tapped his hand on the table. “Right now, is more important.”

Mat was, well, rather confused when Angel was performing her ‘checks’ and he could guess Saint was going to have similar things going through his mind, such as ‘What the-‘

When she was quite done touching him the way even his fiancée would blush at she talked about a previous recruit, who turned out to be a spy. At that Matthias laughed. “Wait, I think I know ‘im, was that ole Danny? God, he was a right dog, I’m glad you caught him.” He was still smiling.

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"The fact that you know the spy does not give you credit," Saint informed him, allowing some of his anger at Angel's check to drip into his voice, but inwardly, he was pondering the possibilities. Intel was a tempting prospect, but Danny had offered the same thing and that had nearly cost him lives, though, thankfully, he put a laser bolt in his head and retreated before they could fall into the trap.

Was this recruit Society's plan? Lure them into a more iron-clad trap and take them down. On one hand, it seemed like a foolish idea to send one spy with the same sale's pitch right after the other, but Society had an abundance of men and women to use and they cared for them not at all. Still, a real spy wouldn't be dumb enough to mention knowing the other, would he? He didn't know, but this recruit's easy-going manner set off some alarm bells in his mind.

"Honestly, that might be enough for me to shoot you, but I do need more manpower and intel is useful. The way I see it, we will have to make sure we trust you," he told him before glancing at Angel, "What do you think? Shall we lock him up and test his intel or shall we have him prove his loyalty on the field?"

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Angel's expression soured at his reaction... He just didn't stop smiling. She got a little satisfaction out of seeing the smile wiped from his face as she checked him over; he was still definitely very new to the place. He didn't make an attempt to push her off, like one or two other spies had done in the past, which was a bonus. "I can't recall his name," She shrugged, "He was dead before we got around to asking his name," She frowned, as she stepped behind him again. Over-all this guy was rather odd. He couldn't seem to make his mind up who he was working for. She met Saint's eyes; cold and serious, but she'd known hum long enough to spot the glimmer of conflict beneath.

From behind, she put one arm around the man, using the other to press the knife against his throat. "D'you remember what some of the gangs used to do down south? Cut every half hour till they talked." She addressed Saint casually, as if they were discussing nothing more than the weather. Of course, she wasn't seriously suggesting it, and after a moment or two, loosening her grip a little and running the blade up and down his jaw instead. "But we show a little more mercy here. I think we'll let him loose; if we're lucky Society might kill him for us instead." She smiled, suppressing a shudder as she leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "And I guess you're too pretty to cut up just yet,"

Angel let him go completely, walking away to sit on table, facing Saint. With two armed guards and Saint still facing him, she wasn't going to worry about turning her back on him just yet. She raised her eyebrow inquisitively, sheathing the knife at her hip, brushing her finger against her holdster.

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Mat kept looking at Saint while Angel threatened him. He had been told they would do things like this to try and intimidate him, which he had to say was working a little, but he knew they weren’t going to do anything they suggested.

As long as he didn’t make them think he was for society. Which was what they seemed quite close to thinking right now.

He glanced at a small cloud of dust which had been illuminated by the lantern in the room. “You know, the more time you spend deciding whether you trust me or not,” He was no longer smiling, “The less time you have to prepare for them, when they do strike.” They didn't seem to understand how big this all was, in fact, if he didn't get this to them

Another small cloud of dust fell from the ceiling. Matthias was a little suspicious, but tried his best not to show it. He, he hadn't been followed had he? If he had, oh hell, they were gonna think he was for society. He hoped this wasn't the case....

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Saint frowned a bit, noticing the ceiling shaking. He signaled for a couple of guards to check what was outside and looked over at the boy with a serious expression on his face. This was no time for games. He spoke, "And when are they going to strike?"

Just how big was it going to be this time? How many "police officers" and mechs were there going to be, "What do you know?"

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Angel stood up as the dust began fall from the ceiling, walking over to the far wall to press her ear against it. Saint sent men up to investigate, but she could already hear unfamiliar footsteps. Not many; but it was too risky to just hang around She looked up just in time to hear shots directly above.
"We've got company. We have to move now." More, louder shots underlined her point as she drew her weapon and hastily tied back her hair. Judging by the newbie's face, he hadn't been expecting something like this anymore than she and Saint had. If he was a Society spy, he was a bloody good one. Angel took a step towards a door that led deeper underground. An old bunker, that was connected to several others through a series of tunnels. They could resurface in the radio station, where they would be almost certainly safe, or go a little further to avoid risking 711 completely. They could decide when they were down there. "Come on!" She snapped, waiting on Saint before moving, "Because if they catch up with us, I'm going to fucking kill you." She directed it towards both males, but she was staring intently at Saint.

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Mat leaned in to start talking when everything changed.

‘Goddammit!’ He dived to the floor when he heard the shots being fired and leant up against the wall. When Angel, so politely asked, for them to get down there, he wasn’t waiting around.

Jumping down into the tunnel, Matthias turned and shouted to Saint, “Guess we’ll have to get round to that part later!” He grabbed a torch from the side of the wall, and waited for Saint to join them. "Let's just say, for now, it's gonna be some scary stuff."

Society had definitely followed him. And he had been too bloody careless to notice it. And by the sounds of it, it had cost lives. What have you done Mat....

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"True," Saint stated, following Mat and Angel while the rest of the men followed behind the, one sealing the entrance behind them. The other two would know another way back to base. He started walking down the tunnel.

"We should head for the radio station. They shouldn't have found it yet and if they have, we better get there anyway."

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The blonde woman stirred from her mattress on the floor. She had taken the late shift... or was it the early shift? She didn't really know anymore. Most people had become nocturnal in reaction to Society's belief that everyone slept at night and stayed awake during the daytime. Ha! Idiots. Dusk sat up, still wearing the clothes she had been wearing for the past two days or so. She didn't have a lot of clothes anymore, and besides, she didn't want to look all nice and squeaky clean for the police now, did she?

Saint... She did want to look nice for him. That man made her want to do things she thought she would never want to do again, and feel things that she had never felt before. But it came too late; he barely looked at her twice nowadays. He only had eyes for that wretch, Angel. If she was being honest with herself, she felt very threatened by her; Angel was prettier, faster and stronger. In seven years she had become Saint's equal; his most trusted companion. That what she had once been... His feelings towards her were obvious behind these closed doors; he smiled more often, he touched her softly, became more secretive... desired to be left alone in private. With her. Dusk had once had the misfortune to catch Saint trying to embrace her... and Angel rejecting him outright.

Dusk frowned as she heard muffled shots, and pressing her ear to the ground, heard running footsteps and very, very faint voices. Rising to her feet, she quickly exited the room, and headed into a soundproofed room with a heavy, steel door and nothing inside but two beds, a chest and a trapdoor. This was their room. There was a dozen better ways to get in and out of the station in a hurry, but these two liked the tunnels that they could interrogate recruits in with ease. She would help Saint and the stranger with him out, leaving Angel to her self and slamming the door shut just as she was clear. Saint took precedence over why they were being chased.
"Saint, are you okay?" She flustered, ignoring the other two people for the moment.

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Angel jumped and swore loudly as something ricocheted in close proximity to her head just before the door was shut and locked down behind them. It wasn't the shot itself that spooked her, but the bullet embedded in the wall next to her. Curiosity got the better of her as she worked the ammunition out of the wall, still fairly intact. This was not good news. 

Forgetting the new guy for a moment, she fell into step with Saint, showing him the bullet. 
"How many people do you know use these kind of weapons, apart from me?" She spoke in hushed tones, frowning with concern. "They were almost certainly officers; but that wouldn't make sense."

Firearms using bullets were not a common find. They were heavier, slower and less accurate than laser-based weaponry, and as a result, became obsolete. While lasers scorched and burnt flesh, bullets ripped and tore, resulting in either a lot more pain, or a quicker death  Angel wasn't aware of anyone else who carried that kind of weaponry by choice, and Society wouldn't dream of giving such a crude weapon to their front line. A quick death was more than any criminal deserved in their view. 

Angel hung back as she spotted Dusk ahead. The two women had never seen eye to eye, and she was eager to avoid a fight. However, between the trapdoor being slammed down on her heels and her current behavior towards Saint, it was hard not to roll her eyes. She bit her tongue in the hopes that this meeting would remain halfway civil.

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Saint was slightly relieved when he saw the trapdoor ahead of them, smiling slightly when he saw Dusk open the trap door. Dusk was a good friend and a loyal member in their group. She had been there since the beginning, even before Angel and most of the others. In fact, he had known her since they were children and thus they shared a close bond, like brother and sister, he believed. He had been worried for her when she became pregnant and took off. He didn't ask about the baby when she returned. He didn't need to. He could tell from her manner that it was still-born. Nonetheless, he didn't bring it up and did what he could to be there for her while teaching Angel, who had previously recruited, the ropes. It was rather annoying when the two girls couldn't get along. They were very similar in some ways.

He climbed the ladder into the station, pulling up the new guy along with him, smiling slightly, "Welcome to the 711 Radio Station kid. We should be safe here. Even Society would think twice before attacking this place. I'm fine, Dusk. You worry too much. This is, what's your name kid? He's our new recruit."

At Angel's comment, he frowned slightly. Bullets were uncommon save for among the Unclean and even they rarely carried them as virtually no one he knew of produced firearms or the bullets they used. Not on a large scale, anyway.

"Either Society is hiring mercenaries to do their dirty work or we're facing an unknown enemy, separate from Society. Either way, we need to find out more and strike back rather than wait for the next attack."