[Cut to a large rec room with a thick atmosphere of sweat and tension made all the more palpable by the silence of it's occupants who are seen engaged in various pursuits.]
[Cut to two tall men dressed in a pilot's flight suit. They are leaning forward on 5 gallon fuel cans being used as makeshift seats while using a video game console and flat screen bolted to the opposite wall. Intense concentration spreads across their countenance as they mash buttons on their controllers.]
[Cut to a long legged woman with an amazing rack dressed in cargo pants and a thick hoodie resting underneath a bench press and barbell. Beads of sweat pool across her eyebrows as she tightens her gloves and prepares for another set.]
[Camera pans over to a woman with an amazing rack talking quietly on a radio. She's dressed in a sharp officer's dress uniform. She exudes and aura of professionalism and confidence as she makes notes on a large clip board in her lap.]
[Cut to two men dressed in large leather trench coats sitting on a pair of cots. Around them are dozens of weapon parts placed neatly upon paper towels as well as a heap of cut up dirty shirts and a bag of cleaning tools and lubricants.]
[Cut to Humainpain and Versus standing in the doorway. A bemused expression plays across V's face before he finally speaks.]
V: I see the Boys and Girls club is still alive and kicking.
HP: Meet call sign: Regulars.
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Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest.
-Breathin, Tupac.
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