Dylan jumped down from seemingly nowhere. And fell flat on his face. "Ew..." He got up. "Hi Tiesa and friend."

"Meet said mentally disturbed person, Dylan James."

Dylan looked at the girl. "You look like a firefly. Oh and hi."

"Ye--" Akyra started then let out a blood curling scream, flailing and almost falling off the bench as the random dude appeared out of thin air. Orbs of light exploded around the very easily scared girl as her scream echoed throughout the park.

Alex appeared. "Hello!"

Dylan looked at her panicked. He climbed into the mouth of a chameleon, hiding.

Tiesa laughed and shoved Dylan out of the way. She held her hand out to Akyra. "I'm Tiesa Troen. You are?"

"Hi there," Alex said, extending his hand to the new man. "I'm Alex."

((it's a chick))

Tiesa rolled her eyes. "Go to your girlfriend. Leave us alone and head back to base, you genetically modified butcher."

(Man? . . . .)

"Uh-Uh. Hi! I'm Akyra!" Her normally high pitched squeaky voice was even more high pitched and squeaky as she slowly shook someone's hand.

((Its a chick smarty))

Dyaln climbed out of the mouth. "Why did you scream at me?"

((You said 'dude'. So sorry.))

Alex shoved Tiesa a couple yards. Yes, yards.

((I get it. It's a chick. Okay?))

Tiesa ran back and shoved him a few feet back. "Not all of us are jacked up liek you, Alex."

Alex laughed. "Yeah. I forgot you're a weakling. Sorry."

(*was referring to Dylan.)

"I'm sorry!" Akyra apologized, looking curiously at Dylan.(How tall is he?) "You just scared me is all."

"Wow now. Its nice to meet you." He held out his hand after wiping of the chameleon spittle.

((Decently tall.))

Tiesa punched him gently in the jaw. "I wasn't made to become a super soldier. Just a super interrogator, you idiot."

Alex kicked her lightly (lightly for him, that is) in the ankle. "So?"

(How did he fit into a chameleons mouth???)

"Nice to meet you too!" Akyra smiled and shook his hand.

Tiesa hissed in pain. "There's a point to it. I wasn't made to become insanely strong, fast, that kind of crap." She punched him in the stomach as hard as she could.

((He pretty much does as he pleases, in this case, very large chameleon.))

"Ignore them. I'll heal them later. Maybe after I fix this leg," He stared down unhappily at his still crooked leg. "Anyway. Wana come back to base?"

"I have the key," Tiesa said.

Alex winced slightly. "Hm. Well, that was pretty good. A bit of practice and you might be sufficent."

"It's not fair," she complained. "I'm not made for combat. I was made to prevent them from happening. Or to plan them out so they work out in our favor."

"I was designed to kill my enemies." Alex shrugged. "Together, we could stop combat and kill people!"

"Or I can kill you both now and shut you up." Dylan threatened. "Do you see what I have done to the clones?"

"Kendell would kill you if you killed me," Tiesa countered Dylan's threat.

"And Angel would help if you killed me," Alex added.

"I'd kill my brother too. Be better off without that lousy pain in the..." Dylan grumbled.

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