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    As the gunship’s blast doors opened the moist, musty air of the Underworld rose up to great them as they stepped out.    “So this is where Cody hangs out before invasions,” wondered Red aloud gazing at the dank surroundings. “No wonder he’s got PTSD so bad.”    Grey rolled his eyes at his brother. “Ha. Ha.”    Red shrugged sheepishly before jumping down from the ship with the rest of the clones. The gunships rose, Sparrow, waving goodbye with a tilt of his wings, and Orsen rolling in his ball-turret with a grin on his face, the barrel of the gun swirling around as though trying to hypnoti