Erik listened to each of the other players as they gave their various opinions on the now team-straining advantage the Virus Lord had offered. As soon as Logan cut himself off, Erik spoke. "I think we all are hesitant to claim this so called 'advantage' for ourselves. I don't think we should base this on who wants it more, but who is the best suited for the related challenge. does anyone disagree with that?"<br/><br/>Before he could be answered, The Virus Lord came back online. "Well, you all seem confused... Ha ha, kidding, kidding, I'm not heartless, you know. but Mr Cellophane's methods are going to work better than yours, Saber Assassin. The Advantage is only going to apply in Level Two. Anyway, you have thirty minutes before you all lose a life... happy squabbling..." and a surplus of what could only be described as crazed laughter was heard throughout the bunker.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Aaron was suprized. he hadn't meant to laugh like that. What was happening to him? He grabbed his cloak, which was a deep purple color, and put it on. then he walked over to the door and directed his attention to his SIC. "I am going out to think. give me regular updates on the player's positions and status." "Yes sir. and shall I have the Nazis storm the bunker as you requested?"<br/><br/>Aaron did a double take, then sternly asked "When did I ask them to surround the bunker?" "Two minutes after you offered the advantage sir. If I may, you seem to be contradicting your own actions quite frequently. Is something wrong?" Aaron sighed "I'm not sure..." and he walked into the Level Transporter Door he had set up earlier