(((OOC: Dante wouldn't have said anything either ways C; )))

I need to buy time...

Dante glanced at everybody, still acting uninterested. He noticed that all the present people were giving Eric their full attention. He took the last puff of his cigarette before throwing it on the ground and stepping on it.
"Aye, security is pretty tight around the city. And let's be honest here, none of us really goes 'under the radar'." he looked around: the focus of everybody was now shifted on him.
"But there are still ways of getting in the capital: the sewers, outskirts of the city, disguises..." he clearly stated, gesticulating with his hands.
"I say we gather supplies and as many offensive tools as possible. I can get ourselves transportation, but it's going to take me time; I doubt a cab can hold us all."

I need more time...

Accepting the sandwich from Richard, Eve smiled to him.

"I could totally get used to that..." she chuckled, and took a bite.

She was munching on her food, and listening to Eric at the same time. She slowly raised her hand, like a student during teacher's lecture.

"Soo...what do you exactly planning on finding in the Capital?"

Then, she heard Dante speaking.

"Actually... I'm not entirely sure, how things work there, but...I might try to... "persuade"" She coughed intentionally while saying this word. "...someone to let me, or some of us in... And I'm not talking about my personal charm..." She smiled widely, before she realized, that it wasn't necessarily funny.

Richard took another draft from his two liter. "If we plan on stealing stuff from a high security building like the Capitol Building, I don't think high firepower will help Dante. A more stealthy approach would help, but stealth isn't exactly my forte. I'll be more suited to being lookout." Richard scratched the back of his head as he murmurred to his clones telepathically, Kind of sad we're useless all on our lonesome. We need weapons and proper equipment to be useful... Kinda sucks.

Dante eyed Richard, his eyebrows raised and his hands hanging mid air.

"Worst case scenario, mate." he stated chuckling. His hand slid into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up in the matter of moments.
"Now it is true that looks can be deceiving, but none of you gentlemen is really is really subtle. Stealth is truly a brilliant idea, but you are definitely not qualified for such task." he blatantly spoke. "No offense to your "persuasion skills", love." he looked over to Eve, mockingly imitating her cough.

"Now if you gentlemen would allow me to take care of the infiltration, I would be much obliged." he bowed, concluding his statement.

"Now that's something I can agree with!" Grant exclaims. "This Eric guy actually knows what he's talking about! We just walk in and destroy everything. What are they gonna do? Stop us?"

Dante's fingers snapped up, pointing at both Eric and Grant.

"Oh yes...that is a brilliant idea. Now I am positive that I made this point last night, but I will make it again." Dante slowly walked towards the two, sliding his hands into his pockets, puffing on his cigarette. When he got close to Eric, he helped him up. The two were now standing next to each other, both in front of Dante. With a quick move, he grabbed both heads and smacked them together. Eric fumbled on the ground, Grant stumbling but managing to stay on his feet with the help of the wall behind him. Dante spun around on his toes and began walking away from them.

"That should have shaken up those dead brains..." He violently halted his march, turning around with a very militaresque flair. He stared at the two idiots, both rubbing their heads.
"Yes I know. You both think you are some sort of gods among men. That you can take everything that Dominate can throw at you. I hate to break it to you, kids, but it ain't like that. Now if you two dickheads really do have this immense desire to get yourselves killed, you are free to go in town, steal a car and drive to DC. Get killed at the city's borders, mission accomplished right?" he stated with contempt. He puffed again from the cigarette.
"Those that have real bussiness with Dominate are welcome to follow my plan." He glanced over to Eric. "And if you're smart enough, no place is hard to break in, laddie."

He slowly turned around, heading for the exit.

"Think it through." he shouted, while exiting the block and busting a right, heading for his own apartment.

(Uhhh problem, you basically just acted out both Eric and Grant. I mean I'll admit it makes sense because Grant is wearing a helmet, so natural Eric would be hurt more. But what your doing is considered Godmodding.

Edit: nevermind Don't fix your post.)

"Well deserved..." Evelyn thought seeing Eric and Grant getting smacked by Dante.

"You're right... Im not planning on becoming a terrorist either, anytime soon..." Evelyn said to Him. "But I'm pretty sure there's at least one more person, able to handle this kind of "mission"...She." Eve pointed at Alex with her thumb. "...Right?"

"Also..." Eve decided to continue after a brief pause. "My "persuading skills" should be reckoned with..." Usually, she would laugh, or smile at this point, but this time she didn't, contrary, her face got sadder. "...I did that before...They've proven to be extremely effective..."

And probably just as painful... she added to herself, with the softest of whispers.

Grant regained his balance, his attention immediately turning towards the man walking away. Raising his hand, Grant grabbed Dante's torso.

"And just who the fuck do you think you are? If you think I'll allow any shred of you to walk away without you absolutely begging me to release you, then you thought wrong."

With that last line Grant violently swung his arm right, Dante flying through the air with it. He slammed the man against the wall, allowing him to fall to the floor before clenching his own fist. The air around him seemed to shimmer and shake as he seemed to struggle with something internally.

Dante was almost out of the building when he felt something on his chest. In the matter of moments his feet left the ground: he was headed towards the wall at high speed. When he impacted the wall, a shiver of pain crossed him head to toe, but he did not spit a single moan out. Fell down on his bottom, leaning against the wall, his cigarette still locked between his lips.

"Bollocks..." he said slowly and painfully taking a puff from his cigarette.
"...you are one strong monkey, you crayon eating motherfucker." Dante slowly got back up on his feet, patting himself a couple of times to get rid of the dust. He smirked at Grant.
"You and I could actually get along, if only your IQ was higher than the one of a chicken. Nevertheless, let's not be hostile towards allies." he shrugged, turning around and heading for the outside of the building. He glanced back to the group, noticing Grant shake just a moment.

You're a ticking bomb, aren't ya?

"I'll come back with some transportation later today. Gather supplies and we depart in the morning." he shouted, leaving the complex and heading towards his own apartment once again.

Eric chuckled as Dante was slammed against the wall. He was surprised to see Dante walk away with with yet another insult but didn't try to pick a fight. "Hmm, that was boring." He leaned against the wall as he watched Dante leave. "That guy has a lot of mouth on him."

"This is too much for me... I don't want to watch this...or get hit by the recoil..." Evelyn gave up on trying, to calm those people down anymore...

She got up from the stairs, and ran after Dante.

"Wait up, I'll go with you!" When she eventually caught up to him, she asked:

"Hey...you fine?... looked like it hurt..."

Dante overheard somebody coming behind him. He was expecting to be Grant; given his intelligence, he guessed Force wanted to 'give him a lesson'. He kept on walking when he got flanked by his pursuer: it was Eve.

Hey you fine?...

He glanced over to her, smiling.
"Aye. I've had worse." he chuckled. He was in pain, yes, but he truly had worse in the past.
"So you want to come with me, eh? I'm flattered of your company, love." he said with a smirk on his face.

"These guys just want to set the world on fire, only because they can... I'll just let them do their thing for now, reasoning won't help here..."

Evelyn looked back, while saying those words.

"...As you can probably tell already..."

"Anyway... What's the plan? You didn't happen to have a spare bus we could use, i guess?" She smiled to him, and fixed her hair.