[center][h1][color=007236]Joseph Connors[/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=007236][i][b]"Well, we're supposed to be headed out already, but I suppose you and that Keith guy are the only ones who follow orders."[/b][/i][/color] Joseph glared at Kit and Venus out of annoyance before turning back to the Dullahan. It was a bit strange how she held her head by her side, but he supposed she wouldn't be considered supernatural if her head stayed on all the time. Joseph probably would have been weirded out 5-6 years ago, but then again someone on his new team looked like a literal turd. Joseph was also pretty sure that wasn't the worst thing out there, so he bit his tongue and decided to ignore the fact he was talking to a detached head. 

[color=007236][i][b]"So you used to be a biker of sorts eh? Not exactly what I was hoping or looking for in a covert operations unit, but I guess it's better than a stripper and a hippie." [/b][/i][/color] Wasn't ideal by any means, but it's not like Joseph could have requested something else. Anyway, the clock was running, so Joseph figured he should try and get everyone in the chopper through threat, since some of the team didn't willingly comply. 

Joseph spoke in an exasperated tone as he explained the situation. [color=007236][i][b]"So, you all better get in this helicopter, or it's leaving without you. And if it leaves without you, you die. Simple as that. That is the drill. Now you can go pout or whatever, but don't look at me when the camp guards decide to use you as target practice."[/b][/i][/color] Joseph then sat down in the helicopter and tapped on his watch.  [color=007236][i][b]"Y'all have 30 seconds to get in. Your choice."[/b][/i][/color]