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Location: Edge of the Treatment Plant
Interactions: The Team
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Vincent had just landed in a tree near the water treatment plant, just close enough to make out not only the figures of Deathstroke and Daphne, but Viktor and Kila. He crouched there, waiting for a chance to charge in, only to feel his blood run cold when he heard Rain over the comms. He opened his mouth to argue, but stopped himself. Something in his voice told Vincent that arguing wouldn't do him any favors, that the decision was final. The hand he had braced against the trunk of the tree tightened, the wood creaking as he felt his anger bubble to the surface. Thin, black wisps of carbon began to flow from his body and he felt the steel on his implant ripple dangerously. He suddenly slammed his unhardened fist against the trunk of the tree, using the pain to bring himself back, to get a lid on his anger.

He stood up and glared down at the scene before him. Even then, he wracked his brain for any kind of plan, one that didn't involve losing either Daphne or Kila. [color=orange][i] If I moved fast enough, I could get Daphne away...No. The asshole in that stupid-looking mask would probably set her on fire the second he saw me. Maybe I can swoop in while they make the trade-off, make some chaos until the others get away? Yeah, right. Not everyone's bulletproof, Vincent.[/i][/color] He grit his teeth, furious with the situation and himself.

[color=orange][i]Why the fuck do I always end up so goddamn useless on these missions?![/i][/color]