"All right then," Drake began, starting to feel more and more comfortable in the leadership position, "Half of us will go on ahead to the House of Smoke and Mirrors. Lykopis, Adem, Icarus, and Tommy you're on that detail. Alverez will go with you."
"What about you, Drake?" Tommy asked, very annoyed to be on the same team as Icarus, but determined to stick it through.
"Gaunt, Ozzy, and Reilly are with me. We're going to check out this jaguar cult." Marshall answered, as the group divided along the lines he suggested.
Drake and his team watched as Alvarez and the others departed for the House of Smoke and Mirrors.
"You can keep tabs on them through a shadow, right, Gaunt? Gaunt?" Drake asked, looking over at the Shadow Chancellor, who did not respond.
"I. . .I. . ." Gaunt began to stammer a reply.
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It was at this point in time that Mxy himself sneezed, with dire repercussions felt across the Vanguard Universe. . .
A ripple of energy washed over the members of Vanguard Europe, Drake Marshall's mind briefly made contact again with Drax, before being snapped back into the present. "What. . ."
Ozzy Baxter felt his body harden and grow soft again, as his musculature attempt to reset it's normal density.
Victor Reilly felt a massive surge of adrenaline pass through his body as his excitement began to grow to levels he couldn't contain. "This is great! I feel fantastic! Did I tell you guys how happy I am to be here?" The gleam in his eyes unnerving his teammates before the moment passed and he returned to his normal sedate self.
And Edmund Gaunt. Edmund Gaunt collapsed upon the ground. "Gaunt!" Drake cried out, rushing over to his fallen teammate. "Are you. . ." Drake paused, turning Gaunt over and noticing his sunglassed fall off his face. Gaunt's eyes stared up at Drake, empty and white. "Marshall. . .I. . .I am no longer connected to the shadows!" Gaunt screamed in what might have been the closest to despair that anyone had ever seen from him.
