THEY SPIT ON A POOR MAN / o, raid planning & masks

[madster]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: ;;"]Circe was next to approach after Morgan. With a little triumphant huff, the child quickly picked a mask that was much-too-big for her little face and put it on. "They'll never know what hit them!" She cried out in a triumphant yell, unaware of the fact she was probably too young to participate in this. Maybe she could just tell Beck she was immortal and just stuck in the body of a 5-month-old? Who knew. She knew what she wanted, though, and that was the blood of their enemies on the ground.