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Gregory was pent up, the nerves could be felt. Misha was going to pay, he thought to himself.

Devin assembled his guys. David Powell, his second in command, Micah Pilgrim, his ruthless fighter. Samuel Larson was his muscle, of course besides Devin himself. He was wickedly strong and vicious. Among them stood many more members of his clique. 'We're all here." Devin told Lucas, protruding an excitable chin.

"Shall we go?" Michael asked the Guerrillas. Ready to meet the Goths in the Auditorium and beat them up.