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Razilin
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The evening of revelry continued on well into the early hours of the next morning. After several six-packs and a frightening number of bottles of liquor ranging from scotch to tequila, most of the team was starting to feel a little long in the tooth. Reinhardt was already snoring from where he sat on the floor, feet propped up on a low coffee table, and his head resting against the wall; drool dripped from his open mouth and onto his armor. Ana was fast asleep on a couch, her features soft and, for once, feminine once in slumber's hypnotizing embrace. She snored softly.
Jack watched them both with amusement and hobbled over to his best friend, Gabriel. He threw open a window to let in some fresh air. "You know the sad part about a being a super solider, Gabe?" he muttered, gunning down another glass of something stiff and amber. He absently set the empty tumbler on the windowsill. "You stay drunk for about, oh, ten minutes. Sometimes it sucks, having a metabolism that works five times as fast." He could tell that Reyes was as sharp as he was at this moment. Both were survivors of the Soldier Enhancement Program, after all. And both had many of the same gifts as a result: stronger, faster, enhanced reflexes, greater endurance, and an accelerated healing rate and metabolism. If they needed to, they could bench press cars and outrun them, too.
"What're you thinking in that head of yours?" Jack inquired directly. "That stuff Liao found about the lunar base...Project Damocles. I dunno about you, buddy, but that kind of news? I damn near shit my pants. Who knew the Omnics had access to that kind of weaponry? Hope you got a plan...."
Jack watched them both with amusement and hobbled over to his best friend, Gabriel. He threw open a window to let in some fresh air. "You know the sad part about a being a super solider, Gabe?" he muttered, gunning down another glass of something stiff and amber. He absently set the empty tumbler on the windowsill. "You stay drunk for about, oh, ten minutes. Sometimes it sucks, having a metabolism that works five times as fast." He could tell that Reyes was as sharp as he was at this moment. Both were survivors of the Soldier Enhancement Program, after all. And both had many of the same gifts as a result: stronger, faster, enhanced reflexes, greater endurance, and an accelerated healing rate and metabolism. If they needed to, they could bench press cars and outrun them, too.
"What're you thinking in that head of yours?" Jack inquired directly. "That stuff Liao found about the lunar base...Project Damocles. I dunno about you, buddy, but that kind of news? I damn near shit my pants. Who knew the Omnics had access to that kind of weaponry? Hope you got a plan...."