Karen sulked in the corner, nursing a bottle of beer. Her irratation was leaking out a bit, and she was drunk. Unfortunately she was not a happy drunk and she was sad about her G-36. Her head banged against the wall. "Shit! why did I leave my rifle. No good at range with these." the five guns she carried were arrayed in front of her. Emma, Lucy, Roc, Carrie and Winston.
The people didn't even know Memoir was in the room. His new body, that of a small orange haired girl, had the power of invisibility. Neat power he thought. I could kill anyone, but I won't. I'll wait. Because I am here...always watching, always waiting. Mind is dulling, consciousness fading.