52nd Dimension:Kardinal's wake.

"..." He kept perfectly quiet, not moving a muscle.

Alex had taken cover in an alleyway and ended up behind the burger joint, "I guess I'm not the only one with the possible war on their minds," He noted to himself as he continued down the alley, hoping to get away from the scene before anybody came along to ask him questions.

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Meanwhile, Tony helped one of his 'employees' carry out a body though the back door of his casino, La Sesta Sezione, "Another one from the funny farm, Paranoia almost seems like the next Smallpox recently," the man complained, dumping the body against a wall, Tony wiped some blood from his sleeve, "So true Barney, at this rate, a war will break out and whatever is up there won't even lift a finger, we'll do it for them," he said looking up at the sky, "The streets are already full of these loons, all the wood needs is a spark and an entire city will go up in flames," Barney looked out on the near empty street, "So, what should we do if another one of these guys get in and start shooting up the place?" Tony sighed, "Unfortunately, there isn't much else we can do, we aren't psychiatrists Barney. Regardless, if you can't disarm them, put 'em down, most of them would appreciate it," he said, stepping back into the doorway, "Oh, and you might want to clean the blood off your pants, makes you look suspicious," he pointed out before stepping back inside.

(TIME TO ADVANCE THE PLOT.)
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As the rocket ascended towards outer space,the pod that carried the small spacecraft as a sign of greetings was safe inside the tip of the rocket. It would eject soon.

News of it was broadcasted all over the planet,many people were waiting for the answer...most of them already reaching their breaking points again.
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"Hey,I'm home." Lucia said as she closed the door behind her. A taller figure smiled and had a welcoming gesture. It was Elisa.

"Where's my sister?" Lucia asked her mother.

"She just called,she's heading home." She replied,taking a seat on the sofa.
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"I have a bad feeling about this." Tricky said, looking around in the dark, dark room. He could only see metal walls, and one fell down. Apparently, it was a crate. "No time to be bitchy. Your dispatched to Iron City, its a main region that makes iron and some other materials for the other citys." The main solder said, giving the others orders. They were other bots, since the mobian army was stretched thin. However, Tricky was sentient. He can defy anothers order, and such. The other bots just did what they were there to do, be tools. Tricky walked off the cruiser, and his legs activated, as did the others. It didnt bring him up, but loosened the impact so he wouldnt die on impact. They all landed, and went into their positions. Tricky went into a nearby control tower, and set up a turret. He got into the rocky road and positioned himself in the shadows and turned off his eyes.

(Might want to check your PMs, Jan.)

(Alright,checking now.)

Synthia was out in the shopping centre, taking a look around. Her LMG was slung over her back and felt heavy, but she could carry it. She yawned, scratching the back of her head and then stopping all of the sudden.
'Something doesn't feel right...' She thought to herself, anxiously looking around.

Security forces were all around,usually in their posts or taking a donut break.

There were military personnel as well,some high ranks armed to the teeth. There was a tank on the parking lot.

Synthia didn't feel as if asking the military questions was a good idea. She decided to head on out of the shopping centre, although now she had absolutely no idea what to do.
"Hmm..." She crossed her arms, although soon after raised a finger to her chin whilst thinking about where she could go at this time. Curiosity got the better of her when she turned to the nearest military personnel.
"Excuse me..." She politely said, hands behind her back.

The military personnel outside was the pilot of the tank.

"Yes,miss?" He replied back,quite a serious face on.

"The shops are still open downtown, right?" She asked, hoping it was a yes.

"Of course,most shops are open as usual...although I would avoid the very centre close to the city hall as those...loons would most likely spark a protest to stop making peace and simply prepare for war...which I quite agree with." He said,mostly to himself.

Another tank rolled in the entrace,crushing a car with the alarms blaring and slowly dying off.

"Oh, thank y--" She quickly looked round to the tank and the crushed car in reaction to the noise, gasping.
"What the hell?" She took a look, wondering why the tank driver would do that. She blinked once, returning to her regular standing pose and raising an eyebrow.
"Hey... your tank drivers do know the difference between the road and a car, right?" She asked, kind of mad about that.

Nox walked past from the military personnel, still having his SMG out, whistling a tune, and accidently pulled the trigger, firing a few shots. "G-- god dammit, why do I bother whistling?!" he hissed.

"WATCH IT ROOKIE!" The tank pilot talking to Sythia shouted.

"Can you at LEAST switch it to safe when not in trouble?" He turned back to Synthia to answer her question.

"Anyway,accidents happen..at least no one was hurt."

"Yeah..." Synthia agreed. She turned her attention to Nox.
"I'm surprised to see another person freely walking around with their gun." She said to him.

Nox stopped and snapped his fingers and laughed. "You get to when you're a ex-soldier." he grinned and walked on.

The tank rolled on,crushing another car.

It was an exotic.

Nox had a mischievous smile on his face. He aimed his Luger at the tank and fired at it, wanting to see the tank pilot's reaction.

"..." She looked round again at the tank, rolling over yet another car.
"GO AROUND, DAMN IT!" She yelled, wincing a bit each time a car was rolled over... although so far being twice. When she heard the gunshot she flinched, looking round to see Nox.
"The hell are you doing?!"

The bullet that hit the tank bounced around the smooth armour and flew into the donut shop.

A second later,people were flowing out of the shop...screaming.
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The tank pilot's radio started up.

"This is racoon 2 to racoon 7,the road I am on is very bumpy and noisy...I'll get to the shopping centre soon,over."

The tank pilot facepalmed.

"I was... just about to go in there." Synthia mumbled to herself.
"Guess not, now..." She said to herself, rubbing her arm and sighing.

(Nothing I can do right now...the rocket hasen't reached space yet.)

Synthia shrugged, then walked off. She wasn't really in the mood to do anything active or productive right now, so sitting down in front of the TV was the only place she wanted to be right now.

Messilita came back home at last.
"Happy endings after all,eh?" she wasen't too familiar with Elisa and Lucia at the moment...but what struck Elisa was that Messilita had her father's styles and motives.