Brooks:
Brooks watched as Lux pushed his way past the barricade. He waited for a moment, watching him, seeing if the rifleman would pop out again to take a shot at him, or if a sniper they didn't know about would use this as an opportunity. A few seconds passed though, and nothing. Lux just kept walking down the street towards the apartment.
Getting up, Brooks squeezed by the barricade and started running down the street after Lux. He knew that he'd be able to handle whatever he encountered, but he didn't want to give Lux the chance to hold this over the rest of them. He could already hear his voice in the back of his mind, calling him a coward. He wouldn't give Lux the chance to bring his courage into question. It was still unnerving though to just advance openly on a known enemy position though. It violated most of the lessons he had taken from other members of Aegis, but it seemed as though Lux was blatantly ignoring caution by this point.
When they approached the doorway to the apartment, Brooks moved in front of Lux, peeking his head around the corner to check the lobby. As he did this though, he felt a large nudge from behind, almost causing him to lose his balance. Lux had knocked his shoulder as he passed, walking into the lobby, still carrying his Claymore in his hands. The two looked around the lobby, but little could be seen. Aside from some blood on the ground by where they were standing, and a destroyed potted plant across the room, nothing else was out of place. Brooks slowly turned, following Lux in, holding his shotgun at the ready, able to quickly snap it in any direction he felt threatened from.
"So, where do you think they are?" Brooks asked as he continued to scan the nearby doors, almost expecting one of them to pop open and have someone rush at them from it. None did though.
"They've either holed up in a room here," Lux said after a slight pause. "Or they've already retreated. Check the two outside."
Brooks looked back at the two humans that were still laid in the street outside the apartment, and made his way over to them. Each had a pools of blood formed beneath them, weapons dropped to the sides.
"First is dead," Brooks said as he rose from the body. He had checked for a pulse but found none. The shot had torn through the centre of his chest, ripping straight through him. Brooks checked for signs from the other. "This one's still alive, but I don't know if he'll last."
"Either get him to Miles," Lux said as he started walking down one of the halls of the lobby towards the back doors. "Or finish the job."
Brooks looked from Lux to the man under him. He didn't know if he'd even be able to make it back to the base and onto one of the Doc's tables. He didn't want to just leave him though, or put him down like a Vorcha. He reached into a small pack at the side of his armour. It was a small medical kit made for battle, mostly filled with medi-gel and different stims for combat to keep him going through minor wounds. He grabbed one of the painkillers from it, and stuck it into the arm of the man. He could hear it injecting its contents into the man's bloodstream. Once it finished, he pulled it out and tossed it to the side. It would at least ease his pain; hopefully either keeping him out while Brooks brought him to Miles, or to be enough to ensure that he didn't wake again.
At least this way it's more humane.
Brooks watched as Lux pushed his way past the barricade. He waited for a moment, watching him, seeing if the rifleman would pop out again to take a shot at him, or if a sniper they didn't know about would use this as an opportunity. A few seconds passed though, and nothing. Lux just kept walking down the street towards the apartment.
Getting up, Brooks squeezed by the barricade and started running down the street after Lux. He knew that he'd be able to handle whatever he encountered, but he didn't want to give Lux the chance to hold this over the rest of them. He could already hear his voice in the back of his mind, calling him a coward. He wouldn't give Lux the chance to bring his courage into question. It was still unnerving though to just advance openly on a known enemy position though. It violated most of the lessons he had taken from other members of Aegis, but it seemed as though Lux was blatantly ignoring caution by this point.
When they approached the doorway to the apartment, Brooks moved in front of Lux, peeking his head around the corner to check the lobby. As he did this though, he felt a large nudge from behind, almost causing him to lose his balance. Lux had knocked his shoulder as he passed, walking into the lobby, still carrying his Claymore in his hands. The two looked around the lobby, but little could be seen. Aside from some blood on the ground by where they were standing, and a destroyed potted plant across the room, nothing else was out of place. Brooks slowly turned, following Lux in, holding his shotgun at the ready, able to quickly snap it in any direction he felt threatened from.
"So, where do you think they are?" Brooks asked as he continued to scan the nearby doors, almost expecting one of them to pop open and have someone rush at them from it. None did though.
"They've either holed up in a room here," Lux said after a slight pause. "Or they've already retreated. Check the two outside."
Brooks looked back at the two humans that were still laid in the street outside the apartment, and made his way over to them. Each had a pools of blood formed beneath them, weapons dropped to the sides.
"First is dead," Brooks said as he rose from the body. He had checked for a pulse but found none. The shot had torn through the centre of his chest, ripping straight through him. Brooks checked for signs from the other. "This one's still alive, but I don't know if he'll last."
"Either get him to Miles," Lux said as he started walking down one of the halls of the lobby towards the back doors. "Or finish the job."
Brooks looked from Lux to the man under him. He didn't know if he'd even be able to make it back to the base and onto one of the Doc's tables. He didn't want to just leave him though, or put him down like a Vorcha. He reached into a small pack at the side of his armour. It was a small medical kit made for battle, mostly filled with medi-gel and different stims for combat to keep him going through minor wounds. He grabbed one of the painkillers from it, and stuck it into the arm of the man. He could hear it injecting its contents into the man's bloodstream. Once it finished, he pulled it out and tossed it to the side. It would at least ease his pain; hopefully either keeping him out while Brooks brought him to Miles, or to be enough to ensure that he didn't wake again.
At least this way it's more humane.
