<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.onebauer.media/one/empire-tmdb/films/36647/images/kTvGzXv4lIoQAOU8hAvdZtnEqy0.jpg?quality=50&amp;width=1800&amp;ratio=16-9&amp;resizeStyle=aspectfill&amp;format=jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Eric Brooks<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Blade<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 10, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early Day<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Avengers Facility -> Upstate New York<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Command Deck<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Black Knight, US Agent, Dazzler, Gambit, Iron Heart<br/><hr/><br/>Blade looked at all of this chaos. He had nothing against Morgan, she was just tryin’ to fill some really big shoes. He didn’t want to put her in this position as she was on a failing team. He wondered if he should have been on the secret avengers group if only to save her. But it seems to him that someone was willing to put up with the PR nightmare that was Blade. Far be it for him to keep someone from having or doing their job. He was who he was and after his entire life alive he wasn’t going to change just because a few people were squeamish. It was more about him getting the job done.<br/><br/>He was sure US Agent, Gambit knew it. He knew if anyone knew him Dane did, they even shared a few beers over it but for the most part, he wasn’t PC and the only pretty sparkly vampires he ever saw were the ones he pushed over a building in the noonday sun.<br/><br/>He did his best not to laugh at her hopeful speech.<strong> “Fine. You heard the lady gentlemen, lets…Assemble.” </strong>He checked his body for extra, clips more than likely he would get more when he got there, no need take too much extra he was already 22 lbs over. But he needed most of the gear he had on him.<br/><br/>To hear John talk you would think he was at a Klan rally, he couldn’t spell PC.   He didn't seem like he had that bone, but you never know.  Though he was Cap’s replacement for now and the pilot…never piss off your pilot. So Blade was quiet, immortal not stupid!!<br/><br/>To say that Dane and Eric were friends would be a big understatement. They had been on two teams together and Eric didn’t turn around when Dane was there. As long as that black blade was in his hand he seemed to fight with all of the energy and gusto that Eric fought with. He was the only one that had been inside and truly witnessed the loneliness that festered within the ageless hunter. The only one that had pulled him back from the brink when he nearly went too far. His grim demeanor hides the happiness of seeing his long-time friend.<br/><br/><br/>When Dane called a pre-flight check, Blade knew he was getting some more ammo when this meeting finished. He didn’t like the sound of pre-flight check that translated into being gone a long time to Eric.<br/>Since Eric took off the other way, he had to move fast. He made it to his loft room only to be back down the stairs in less than two minutes before he was on the plane. He was watching Gambit and peered over his shoulder.<strong>“I am gonna need that when you get it up Cajun!” </strong><br/><br/>He wasn’t sure if the nickname was bad or unwelcomed but he was aware of the sharing the love of food even though it didn’t give him quite the nourishment of blood…he still had a fondness for both cooking and eating.