1: "ugh, fine." [b]he pulls the hood down, he cuts the hood off and wraps it around the dudes head.[/b] 3: [i]"BRO I ALMOST DIED FOR THESE OPTICAL CLOAKS..."[/i] 1: "chill, the Avalon just kinda leaves em out, we can just steal em there." [b]three mumbles something as they pull through a rather large city in the truck. Homes made of salvaged metals and other material form large buildings. A crashed spacecraft marks the cities castle. The truck turns and end up in front of a small shack[/b] 1: "here we are."

"Thank you. But, uh- I'm fine. Thank you for the assistance, but I have a ship of my own to get back to the Avalon." [b]He wiped his own blood from his kitana.[/b]

2: "[u]ehh, I can get you there now if you'd like..[/u]" 3: "[i]can we take off the masks?"[/i] 1: "fine..." [b]all three of them remove the old gas masks, the first man does not have eyes, and tears constantly pour from the sockets into his mask (http://cyanideinmycereal.deviantart.com/art/Image-583204118) The second man is completely jet black with piercing red eyes The third man is pretty much exactly identical to the first man, but actually has eyes and doesn't have that strange mask.[/b] 3: "[i]screw it, I'm lookin for Carrie[/i]" 2: "[u]SHE'S DEAD HOMIE![/u]" 3 "[i]STOP CRUSHING MY DREAMS![/I] [b]one and two burst out laughing as he runs off [/b]

[b]A futuristic drop ship, flies toward us. It slows to a hover, on auto pilot, above Jason.[/b] "That's my ride. See you, gents."

1: "see ya" 2 "[u]baiiii[/u]"