"...Dat Shit Means A Lot."
Nephilim, Tristan, Bethany, and Silpheed are making their way to their helicopter with Don Laban wearing her all white fit, her Eyelien at 2nd Stage with a grey aura, with a flashing pink aura. She has a new member from her gaggle of chronies walking behind her as protection.
A red haired woman, with an Eyelien in her right eye and she is missing her left eye, but there is a diamond embroidered fitting that goes into the empty eye socket.
They walk onto the helipad where the Blackhawk is quietly sitting.
Don Laban: "Don't forget Nephi, I put MY balls on the line and told you my daughter's eye ability. So I expect you to put your balls on the line for me when I need a true soldier and I hope you try youah damned haadest not to FUCK me over, we clear?"
Nephilim nods and holds out a hand to help her on to the copters passenger cabin. She thinks about taking it, but steps up without the General's assistance.