[BreakABone]

Gonna be honest. sections like this is me trying to spin the wheels to get to another plot point.
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6
In the middle of the bay, four friends stood together for the first time in what seemed like years. While none were happy with the circumstances that led them to this situation, they all had their own personal reaction to the reunion.

Dylflon as much as he hated himself for admitted felt that this felt natural. He secretly wished for a proper reunion of the true Canadian Coalition. Typhoid went through a similar struggle, but that was only compacted by the fact that he wanted to kill the men on his side as well.

Fox and Swan both felt extremely slimy about associating themselves with their former friends but they knew it had to be done.

All of them however shared in one thought, that they wished Dyne was here by their side instead of part of the struggle that now stood in their way.

The time for reflection had ended however. “Okay what’s the plan?” Fox attempted to ask everyone in general, but knew that the question was directed towards Bond.

“I can offer guidance, but with the bad wheels will be of little assistance.”

“No offense Bond,” Typhoid puffed out his chest, “but they got me now. It’s a bit more special than you.” He pulled Dylflon over, “And with him here, well let’s say we got a lot more ammo on this side.”

“As you could see from my experience dealing with them head on does not seem like the best idea.” Bond turned over to Dylflon, “What exactly is your power?”

Dylflon was unsure if he wanted to reveal the full extent of his powers, something he had not even shared with his partners in the Coalition, “I have the ability to manipulate people’s minds and sense emotions.” Dylflon felt that gave enough information without giving out too much of his secrets.

“It may be tough with four minds…”

Dylflon had to correct him, “Actually there aren’t four minds, it is like a singular entity now.”

“Well then we shall attack on two fronts. I could be wrong here, but I would assume that the minds of those four are hidden deep within Thear’s powers now. We need you to go in and attempt to extract them. Maybe with people on the inside, we have a better chance of combating them.” Everyone nodded their head in agreement, “Our second base of attack shall be physical to distract Thear from Dylflon. We hit them hard and fast. Get in and get out. Got me?”

No one waited to confirm with Bond. Dylflon snuck off into a little corner where he could focus without distraction while Swan, Fox and Typhoid mounted the offensive. Bond laid on the bay floor trying to block out the pain from his mind. He had never sent soldiers on a missions he himself would not complete, and he would be damned if some minor burns would stop him now.
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The walls around Nighthawk began to close in fast. He scanned the room half a dozen times and could not see a clear escape route. He even attempted to think up an escape but that proved not to work this time.

It was his mind, all he had to do was find out what would stop his mind from shrinking.
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Bube began to sing softly to himself. A song that bought him some peace. It started off slow and quiet and as he continued to sing it grew faster and louder. Until the room was filled with the sound of music. Then the waves traveled throughout the countryside. There was dancing and singing. There was hope.
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Hopefully can finish this before I leave for the weekend.