"Alright, then," Yvonne murmured quietly. She stood around waiting patiently before Painter made for the garage. While he was moving quickly, she felt no such haste but managed to get onto her own vehicle in relatively good time. Not a half second after Painter roared off to burn rubber on the desert roads, Yvonne followed.
The moment after she bumped out of the garage, the breezes which usually followed her appeared, demanding to know exactly what it was she was doing with these strangers. She did not dignify them with a reply instead smiling in that annoying way of hers'. As Painter knew, she did catch up quickly. "So do we have a game plan?" she shouted over the whistling winds. "Or is it just find one, bomb it and hightail our butts out of there?"
Painter laughed. "The second one sounds enough like a plan to me!" he shouted back. "Maybe we'll go above and beyond expectations and hit something in the center of town. Who knows, maybe a lot of them ride on motorbikes!" He chuckled, and in the distance, heard the roar of a third motorcycle, Kein's. "Kein'll catch up soon, and if we turn on our mike system, we won't have to shout our lungs out!"
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
"Above and beyond the call of duty, eh?" Yvonne muttered after flicking on her microphone. After waiting until she could hear the others' breathing through her headset, she commented, "Perhaps we could go and bomb two of their buildings. I mean, if we used timed charges, it shouldn't be too hard. Set one, run off to set the other and then get our butts out as soon as possible. I'm sure they wouldn't only have one important building. And positioned to maximize collateral damage, of course."
Yvonne liked destruction. Yvonne liked chaos. This mission was sure to provide both whether they pulled it off or not.
"Sure. Why not." Painter sped up, twisting his handlebar further. The Capitol appeared on the horizon, growing larger every moment they raced on. The fastest way to break in would be to simply ride through, hope the chaos from the months of lull earlier would be enough to let them through, so they could set in motion the chaos. The two bombs, which were so innocently hiding in the seat-trunk of Painter's bike.
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."