<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Blake Mitchell<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Titan<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div><br/><br/>He gazed at Midnight.  'Strap her to a ship and drop her in the bottom of the ocean.  She is a flier so she does't pay too much attention to the ground attackers or two her back. Easily get out flanked.'<br/><br/>He looked at the large creature. (Umbra) 'Demon...parasite maybe?  Interesting.  He didn't eat everything or everyone in its path.  Host is a pacifist, or doesn't like to kill.  Controlling...kill host capture creature.  Themite grenade or cryo bomb shatter.<br/><br/>Tech-works (Arc Angel) nice on the eyes wonder if she the typical anime chick.  Bend her over a table or chair a few times, strip her of her suit.  Introduce system wide virus cause the suit to spit her out, harvest the suit for parts.  Not bad looking for an asian chick, at least she is not flat chested.'  He turned toward Leshy.<br/><br/>'Flea bag - Were?  Maybe? Not quite.  Couple of silver bullets between the eyes just for good measure.  One in his damn mouth cause he won't shut da hell up!'  "What?  Are you talking to me or is that just some random psycho babble spilling out of your pie hole?"  Titan spoke seemingly having not reached his quota for eating ground gravel today.  His voice was rather deep almost sinister.<br/><br/>The spook he found himself liking taking things in giving just enough to keep them guessing.  'Eyes, heart and dome  Worth wasting some silver on just in case.'<br/><br/>'So the queen (Ultra) has arrived.  Yeah I am so gonna kill this wench.  Beat my score by a second.  I will sleep with her for a month before I add her bubbleheaded ass to my brain collection and her lil dog too.  Vocal harmonic...punch her in the throat and cut her damned head off.'<br/><br/>