1: "ugh, fine." [b]he pulls the hood down, he cuts the hood off and wraps it around the dudes head.[/b] 3: [i]"BRO I ALMOST DIED FOR THESE OPTICAL CLOAKS..."[/i] 1: "chill, the Avalon just kinda leaves em out, we can just steal em there." [b]three mumbles something as they pull through a rather large city in the truck. Homes made of salvaged metals and other material form large buildings. A crashed spacecraft marks the cities castle. The truck turns and end up in front of a small shack[/b] 1: "here we are."