"The fuck do you expect me to do! He just told me what he did and he was right fucking there!"
"I know how you feel," he said. "But Jesus, Aesop... you don't have to like him, but keep a lid on it, alright? And anyway, I'm not defending him, but that whole situation sounds like it was pretty fucked for him too, y'know."
Amy didn't react to Pixie's reply, nor did she do anything when she left. She just sat there, drained, hollow. It was a strange feeling. She'd said everything that she'd wanted-no... needed to say. It was too late to take any of it back now, and even if she could go back, Amy knew she'd say the same things over again. That feeling of catharsis was marred, however, with the paralysing fear that her honesty had just ruined everything. When you offer yourself, whole and unfiltered, as Amy had just done, only to get it all pushed back in your face, was there any coming back from that?
She couldn't tell exactly how long her solitude lasted, only that it was broken by the sudden burst and crackle of static from the radio over by the bed. Grimly, she dragged herself to her feet, and walked through to it, clicking the receiver.
"Received. What's the message?"
The reply was even shorter than her question.
"He's in Yuteni."
"Understood."
The radio went dead, and Amy rose with a new look of dark determination in her eyes. Here was something she could do. She didn't know if she could ever reconcile her world with Pixie's. she didn't know if she could ever possess the faith that the Maidens required; but helping her sisters, and helping to bring that lunatic to justice... it wouldn't fix anything, but it would feel damn good.
Clear of the intense battle for Frostfall (or what would be left of it anyway), The Gentleman was taking shelter in an abandoned cellar. This breather, in a quieter district, gave him time to process the events of the last few hours, and think about what to do next. The Lombardi siblings had not been sent to kill him, he was sure. Even Owain had basically said as much. Were they really so out of control as to try anyway? Severa might well have been, but The Gentleman would have thought that Owain, sardonic little cad that he was, would have possessed more sense. In any case, he was clear of them now. In the midst of all the destruction, The Gentleman could leave unnoticed at any time.
So what was he waiting for?
Florian was a sentimental fool Had he not rushed off in pursuit of Vasa, this entire mess could have been avoided; and it wasn't even as if The Gentleman was worried about Pixie's reaction. There were a hundred different stories that he could tell that would exonerate him in her eyes, saving her anger for The Lombardi's, or Vasa. Still, what those two would do to him, even The Gentleman would have to admit that nobody deserved to simply be left t that fate! Besides, if he ran , he would only be delaying another confrontation. It was time to show Lady Contessa that he was in no mood for games. If she wanted to bring him to heel, the least she could do was send professionals after him.
"Sorry, man, but we can't let anyone through here right now."
"You've gotta be kidding me!" Sandringham exclaimed in frustration. "Listen, you soldier-boys have any idea how quickly an air-filter can fail if it doesn't get regular check-ups? This ain't shiny new tech our guys are dealing with here. Orders or no orders, you wanna be the guy responsible for a catastrophic air-quality corruption? It's worse than someone blowing a hole in the dome, cause people don't even get any warning before their lungs start filling up with toxic gas!" He stopped himself and held up a hand before the guard could answer. "Sorry! I'm sorry. It's a long shift. We're all just trying to do our jobs here, I know. Tell you what..." He leaned a little further out of his window and smiled at the guard. "Our number's on the side of the van. If you could just give our manager a quick call on that number, then he can tell you our schedule checks out, and you can wave us through with peace of mind that everything's legit. Everybody's happy, right?"
The guard shook his head and tapped his rifle, "Sorry Sir, but this order comes in from the top. We have refugees attempting to flee the city. If I let you through this gate I will lose more than just my job."
Ortega parked the crawler next to the sidewalk, several yards behind the two vans. Tapping the steering wheel impatiently, he shook his head, "What do you think?" He asked Asad, keeping his gaze on the suspicious van.
Asad furrowed his brow, leaning forward slowly, "Two vans for an air filter repair?" He raised his head slightly as he rubbed at the stubble on his neck. "I don't know, maybe I'm just looking too hard."
Ortega nodded, "Agreed. If we had the time I'd call in and check their manifest, but bullets will already be flying by the time they confirm our suspicions." Looking to Asad, he took note of his subtle anxiety and frowned. "Relax."
"And if something important fails because we don't get to do our jobs, what do you think you and everyone else will be losing then?" Sandringham retorted, before sighing in vain.
"Look, if you really wanna be thorough, you can search the vans. I mean it, comb them up and down. That way, when you let us though, nobody can say you didn't take every precaution."
Sprout's eyes darted around the van. Search it!? What was he thinking!?
Cranston gritted his teeth and nodded to Lilith. They'd have to be ready to open fire as soon as the doors opened.
"Shit," Ortega muttered as he fingered his radio. "Do not search the vehicle. I repeat: do not search the vehicle. It's a trap. Turn them away. Now." Looking to Asad, he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "We'll cut off their escape route once they choose one. Call your buddies and have them head this way."
The guard shook his head, his finger twitching on the trigger of the rifle at his side, "We're under a state of fucking emergency here! What part of that don't you understand?! Turn your vehicle around! NOW!" The other guards nearby readied their weapons as a show of force, but did not line up shots just yet.
Maria took deep breaths as the conversation when on between the guard and the agent. She gasped and almost jumped as the former individual shouted the order to turn around. Doubt had already been creeping into her mind since the whole operation had started, and this wasn't helping any. Quietly, she stuck to - or tried to stick to - just willing success. Though, it was more of a case of prayering. Regardless of current circumstances, they had to succeed.
Sandringham gave a curt nod, and said "You're the boss." before the agent sitting in the passenger seat leaned forward, and shot the guard through the head.
Simultaneously, a chorus of muffled shots started, as men poured out of both vans and started picking off targets without hesitation. Those in the front seats didn't even move, simply drawing and gunning down the men they'd picked through the windshields. With rapid precision, all the guards on the gate had been taken out in the space of a few seconds, with none having time to effectively return fire.
Asad nodded at Ortega as he thumbed his radio. "Harel here, looks like we might have a little pro-SHIT" Asad quickly hopped over the back of the crawler as their suspicions were confirmed. Hunkering down behind the crawler, he grabbed his radio. "They're here! The Maidens are here! Security at the South Gate is down, get your asses down here now!"
Sandringham gunned the van forward to the gate, and swung it round to a stop just in front. The drive of the other van did the same, forming a barricade of the two vehicles, as those who had already dismounted ran to take up defensive positions.
"Set the charges." Sandringham ordered, before calling out to the Maiden's, "Get behind here and stay low, were about to have company!"
Bryan thumbed his radio. "Roger that, Ass-bandit," he replied. "On my way round. We might be able to flank 'em from the back."
Turning in his seat, he clapped the grunt in the driver's seat on the shoulder. "Floor it lad. I want us at the South gate two minutes ago."
And there it was.
Jun checked his rifle. Satisfied, he sunk into an appropriate mindset.
His back up against the reinforced, steel frame of the crawler, Ortega was confident in their position. For now, "ALL UNITS FALL IN ON THE SOUTH GATE! I REPEAT, FALL IN ON THE SOUTH GATE! SANDRINGHAM IS HERE!" Reaching over his head, he grabbed his plasma rifle from the back of the crawler. "We've got better men and bigger guns. We've got this."
"Already?!" Tsubaki remarked to no one in particular. She damn-near caused a car wreck as she spun the wheel without warning and sped off in the opposite direction she'd been going. Hopefully she wouldn't be too late.
Cranston stood by the van in case they needed to bail. Peering through the window, he issued his orders, "You three will be safe in here. They want Elizabeth alive. They will know not to torch the vans."
"What's going on out there!?" Elizabeth asked, nervously.
"We're blowing the gate. Lilith, cover them but stay close by, okay?"
"¡Mierda!" Maria swore.
Lilith tightened the grip on her rifle as she looked up at Cranston. "They won't even get close."
Asad nodded, "You might be after Sandringham, but the Maribel girl is our responsibility." He smirked as he flipped the safety on his rifle. "The commander would kill me if I just let you guys take over."
Ortega nodded, "Lord Basilio would be more than a little cross with me if I let his bride get blow up, so you don't need to worry about that. Still," He looked down at his rifle, ensuring the plasma casing wasn't compromised. "Sandringham's cell is the priority. They present a great threat to Lord Baslio's interests. Anyway, enough of this shit. We've got a job to do. As soon as reinforcements show up we fire on the explosives team. Got that?"
The Crawler made a sharp turn, and Bryan felt the wind of it ripple across his face. He hit the radio again. "We just turned onto the south road now, Commander. It's a straight shot and we're moving as fast as we can to flank 'em. What's your ETA?"
"Two, three minutes! SHIT!" She shouted into the radio as she narrowly avoided crashing head-on with a dump truck. "I'll be there soon! Over!" Tsubaki sighed.
These streets are way too busy. If this turns into a chase I'm not so sure we'll be able to keep up.
"Roger that, Commander," said Bryan. "We can see 'em now."
Twisting in his seat, he peered up at Jun while he loosened his swords in their combined sheath. "Do what you do best," he said. Then to the driver, "get me in close."
Jun nodded, got out of the crawler, took position and surveyed the area by looking through the sniper rifle's scope. His index finger curled and uncurled around the trigger. Mustn't be too hasty, best to get a really good first, after all.
"Charges set!" The conformation rang out, and Sandringham was on the move. He was about to marshal everyone back into the vans, so they could get clear of the blast (it took more than you're average shaped charge to blow through even the weak points of a domes emergency blast-gates), when a bright white glare flashed across his vision for no more than a split second. Floodlights, reflecting off a scope.
"Sniper!" he called out, "Everyone down!"
In unison, the squad took cover. They may well have been adequately armed enough to hold down this position at relatively close-quarters, but their suppressed SMG's didn't stand a chance of hitting anything at long range.
"First squad, lay down some cover, defensive pattern Charlie. Second, on me."
While he and six of his agents stacked up behind one of the vans, the other six all primed and threw grenades down the street. Even while the missiles were arcing through the air, they hissed and left trails of white smoke. Teargas. Sandringham's men, already masked up, were protected, and he hoped the same could not be said for Basilio's men. Though in truth, all Sandringham needed was for the enemy's field of fire to be obscured for long enough for first squad to flank. His men were almost certainly out-gunned, and if they weren't outnumbered already, they would be soon. Try and defend by attrition, and they'd be picked off one man at a time. If they wanted to get clear of this, they had to find away to get back on the offensive.
"SHIT!" Ortega grasped the radio on his vest, "They've got gas! All units, breathers, NOW!"
----zzzztttt----"We're comin' in hot, Colonel!"----zzzztttt----, Carter barked as he flew down the street opposite towards the barricade, opposite of where Jun and Bryan had set up. The two solders opened fire as soon as they got in range, the tear gas hadn't yet spread to their side of the road.
"Lay down supressive fire, NOW!" Ortega ordered Asad. They couldn't see a damn thing, but they could keep them on their toes at the very least.
Seeing the new comers flying at them fast, Cranston pointed to westside of the formation, "Lilith! Go cover that flank!" Just as he was turning his head once more, a hail of plasma fire came raining down from up the street, where they'd come from. After returning fire he cursed under his breath. An SMG was not the ideal weapon for this.
As their Crawler swept closer, Bryan braced himself against the dashboard, one hand wrapped around the twinned hilts of his swords.
"Hey Jun, y'see that van on the left, yeah? We're gonna get close. I want you to shoot the door, try and break its latch. I want the door open so we can get a proper look at the fuckers!"
"Roger." Jun replied. Inwardly, the soldier made a mental note of yet another nitpick of his performance. Nevertheless, too late to worry about that now. Just move with the moment and react to things as they come, that's all he needed to do. Jun quickly moved into a better position for the shot, from assumptions of where the van's door might be, tilting his body slight. Next came the simple flick of a switch and a simple search through the green haze. It wasn't ideal; he could see the people inside clearly enough but the door was just a faint outline. The alternative - trying to see through the thick smoke - was much worse, however. Regardless, his eye darted towards the rectangular shape of the latch, followed by a squeeze of the trigger.
Lilith swore under her breath as she pushed herself as close to the van as humanly possible. This wasn't good, they were wide open, there was no way they could hold out for very long in this position, especially if they had a sniper like Sandringham believed. "Who dares, wins." She muttered under her breath as she began to lean around the side of the van, just as a shot blasted a hole in the latch of the rear doors. "Shit!" She called out shielding her eyes as she stepped back behind cover. Did they know which van Elizabeth was in? They couldn't, not yet, no way they'd risk filling it with holes.
"This is the part where they have an ace up their sleeve." Asad muttered. "No way it's this easy." He clenched his jaw as he saw a plume of smoke from a grenade erupt into the air.
A deafening "boom" echoed throughout the hollow interior of the van as the high velocity round exploded on the door latch. Elizabeth almost peed herself as she sprung into Maria's arms, "JESUS!" She gasped.
Sprout could see how terrifed she was, but could do little to help the situation. He was in no position to fight, after all, "EVERYTHIN' OKAY OUT THERE!?"
"PEACHY!" Cranston barked back as he moved to the back of the van to see another crawler racing down the street. "Shit." He could see them now. Their weapons. Their uniforms. They were Feroxi Special Ops. Whose men, he wasn't sure. "SANDRINGHAM!" He had to shout over the sound of battle. "THE GATE'S A NO-GO, WE NEED TO PULL OUT NOW! LOSE THEM IN THE CITY! IF WE GO OUT ONTO THE ASHLANDS WITH THESE FUCKERS ON OUR HEELS WE'LL BE SITTING DUCKS!"
Maria had just shrunk down with her head on her hands as the bullet made its impact, almost on reflex. Less than half a second later, suddenly there was a frightened Elizabeth to take care of. Maria swiftly got her head out of her arms and used them to embrace the young noble. There was no mistaking it, they were wide open. The doctor's eyes darted widely, trying to take in what was happening, and what was all of the shouting about. When the status of the situation sunk in, she could hardly keep hoping for success. Maria looked down and muttered, "So, what are we going to do?"
"Working on it, old-timer." Sandringham replied calmly into his radio, as second squad advanced up the flank. Silently, he marshalled his men into their positions, before breaking from cover to open fire on the, now-exposed force ahead of them. Before the Feroxi special forces reacted, and the world became a lethal exchange of close-quarters fire, Sandringham saw at least four enemy targets go down.
"Get them out of here, Cranston!" he called, taking a knee behind cover as plasma bolts whistled overhead. "First Squad will stay on you as cover. We'll draw the hostiles away into the back streets, before rendez-vous at the East Gate."
"I mean if I had the Carbon, then maybe I'd consider getting something simple like a pistol, but with they way things are, it's something only the affluent can afford."
Mila smirked, "It doesn't help it's illegal for civvies to own them in most domes neither." That said, Mila set up shop in one of the lanes and gestured towards two nearby for her companions to use. "Check this shit out." She mused as she leveled her weapon and fired a controlled burst down the range. Even from a lane away, Viola could feel the heat from the plasma.
Bennie simply held Aesop at bay while Ruffles talked him down. Better someone he knows well than Bennie. If not for Ruffles, he may have ended up splitting Aesop's head open on the corner of the nightstand nearby. After Whiskey and Cameron had gotten Carlos out of the room, Bennie relinquished his hold. Just then, he heard another pair of boots walking down the hall outside. Giving Aesop one last glare, Bennie turned on his heel and headed out the door.
There she was, heading straight for the garage. What the hell was Pixie thinking? Spotting Cameron at the end of the hall, Bennie ushered her over, "Make sure Aesop doesn't do anything stupid while I am gone."
Cameron cocked her eyebrow, "Where are you going?"
"Out," Bennie stated plainly. "Can you handle it?"
"Yeah, don't worry about him, Bennie. I got it."
"Good." Bennie nodded, allowing Cameron into the room.
Closing the door behind her, Cameron looked to Ruffles, "How's he doing?"
"Pixie!" Bennie barked as he jogged up from behind her. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he furrowed his brow. "You okay, girl?"
Pixie offered a sarcastic grin, "Been better. Is Carlos okay? I heard shoutin'."
"He'll live."
"Good," Pixie replied as she lead them through the door at the end of the hall and into the garage. Opening the driver-side door of the nearest crawler, she turned her head to look at Bennie. There was a sad look in her eye. "I was planin' ta' go out there alone."
"Plans change," Bennie grinned. Seeing her return the smile was all the excuse he needed to circle around the front of the vehicle and get in on the passenger-side. "Anywhere specific in mind?"
Pixie closed the door and turned on the engine, "There ain't shit out there, Carmine. We're out in the middle'a goddamn nowhere." She laughed.
"Wouldn't have it any other way." He said as he reclined the seat, stretched out his arms and got comfortable.
The two of them road off into the night. Into the empty void in the sky. The black canvas that spread out across the ashlands, dotted haphazardly with bright, shining dots. Though she'd always been so afraid of being alone, Pixie had secretly always cherished the emptiness of her homeworld. The blank, desolate wasteland was... peaceful. Quiet.
Something she didn't get to enjoyed often enough.
After at least a half-hour of driving, Pixie road the crawler up the side of a tall hill and parked it at its peak, where they had a brilliant view of the night sky. The two continued their shared silence for a long time before Bennie finally spoke, "You've been smoking."
Pixie chuckled, "How'd you know?"
"I can smell your breath." He reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a fresh pack of cigarettes.
Flipping one out of the pack, Pixie kept her eye on his as he place one between her lips. Producing a lighter, he held it up to her so she could light it. She took her time, letting the flame dance on the end of her cigarette long after it had been lit. Pixie took a long, deep drag and exhaled before speaking, "Bennie."
"Pixie." Bennie replied in the same tone as he lit his own cigarette.
"If you were me, how would you 'ave handled this whole situation?" She was looking off into the cosmic abyss before her as she spoke. Watching her, Bennie could swear that anything he would say would be lost on her. He'd seen her like this before. She was swimming in the stars right now. The space they shared in the small crawler was nothing compared to the beauty she had lost herself in.
Still, Bennie humored her, "I would have cut my losses. You hauled in enough carbon. That more than makes up for the loss of the ship. Yeah, it's sentimental, but with that kind of money and Ruffles' expertise? Well, damn Pixie, you could probably get the best fuckin' hunk of steel on the Rock. Fuck Austin. Leave him for the nobles to handle. You know that, even with the Iron Maiden, he won't last long out there."
He took a long drag before continuing, "Sure, he takes out one or two settlements before he's put down, but that ain't our problem. With the surplus manpower we'd have by not going after him, we could send a team to Feroxi to extract Cranston and the kids. Maybe even bring back the Maribel girl, too."
"It shoulda been me." Pixie whispered before taking another drag.
"What do you mean?"
Pixie sighed, resting her forehead in her hand, "Four years ago. It should'a been me who left. Not you."
Bennie shook his head, "No, Pixie. Don't think like that. You're like a mother to them. There ain't an Iron Maiden without Pixie. Plus, after my major fuck up they'd have never followed me."
"I'd 'ave done the same thin' in yer shoes, Bennie."
"Yeah, which is why you kicked me out, right?"
Pixie nodded slowly, her eye still searching the cosmos. After a short silence, Pixie continued, "How was it? Bein' alone all that time?"
Bennie offered a sad laugh, "Lonely, I guess."
"I'm sorry, Bennie," Pixe whispered, before swallowing past a knot in her throat. "It wasn' fair of me ta' do what I did."
"Hey," Bennie rubbed Pixie's shoulder. "It's in the past now, right? I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
"How'd yer talk with Amy go?"
Bennie cocked an eyebrow, "You knew?"
"'Course I did." Pixie smirked.
"It... went."
"What'd ya' tell 'er?"
Bennie laughed, "Exactly what you'd think."
"How'd she take it?" Pixie smoked her cigarette to the butt and proceeded to light up another.
"She denied it. Denied everything I said. She's willing to fight for you. She's willing to make me an enemy. Worried she'll try some shit. Maybe stir something up. I don't know."
Pixie frowned, "I'll handle it, no need ta' worry, Bennie. She's 'armless."
Bennie really laughed this time, "You said that..."
Pixie shared in the laugh, "Yeah, well, she didn' stab ya', did she?"
"She didn't," Bennie shrugged. "Speaking of stabbing, how the leg?"
"You've been shot in the leg," Pixie chuckled. "What do ya' think?"
"Hurts like a *****?"
"Fuck yeah, it does," She cracked a smirk as she took a brief drag.
The two of them shared hardy laugh before falling into a long, comfortable silence. Bennie had joined Pixie in her star gazing, appreciating the simple beauty of nature, something he had rarely done in his life.
After a time, Pixie looked to Bennie for the first time since they'd stopped the crawler, "I'm sorry fer all this, Bennie. I'm sorry I'm so fucked up... that I can' get my shit straight. That I... I've got some fuckin' teenager hangin' all on me right in front of you. I jus'... I don' get it."
"Get what?" Bennie returned her gaze.
"Why? Why, Bennie?" She broke eye contact, casting her eye downward. "Why do you love me? After all this?"
"That's an easy one," Bennie turned back towards the stars. "It's the way you say my name." Pixie looked at him, dumbstruck. Bennie glanced at her in his periphery and smirked. "The way you say it, 'Bennie'. No matter how mad or upset you are, I can always sense the love in your words. That's how I know."
Pixie was afraid to ask, "Know what?"
"That you still love me."
It was in that moment that Pixie accepted that simple truth. She'd been trying to bury it all this time. Drown it out with noise, but she could do so no longer. He was right. He'd always been right.
But she couldn't do it. No, she'd fucked up too much. She couldn't ruin his life any more than she already had. She didn't deserve him. He was too good for her. He'd always been too good for her. She had to deny him. She just had to! She didn't know what else she could do.
"No," Pixie shook her head. "Not like that, yer wrong."
Bennie sighed and took a long drag, "You can tel yourself that..."
"Look, I'm sorry, Bennie! I really am but..." Pixie didn't know what to say, but she couldn't stop talking, regardless. The words spilled out of her faster than she could think. "Look, I love you like I love Sprout n' Lilith n' Cranston an' Ruffles. I do fuckin' anythin' fer you. You know that! You fuckin' know that! I jus'... I can't do that. I'm sorry, Bennie."
She hadn't even realized she was grabbing his arm until he replied, "Not good enough, Pixie."
Pixie was growing manic, "Bennie. Bennie! Listen, I'll do anythin' fer you! Anythin' you ask ta' make this right! Jus' not that! I'm sorry!" She shook his arm. "Please. Please, Bennie. I can' 'ave you resent me like this!"
Bennie clenched his jaw and met her gaze. She looked like a neglected daughter begging her father not to leave her alone. This was just her being selfish. She couldn't stand the thought of someone she loved so much turning their back on her, "You know my answer." He sated plainly before looking back out the window.
Pixie bit her lip and looked down at her hand as it clutched his sleeve. While her mind performed mental gymnastics in a vain attempt to find some way around Bennie's logic; to subvert his demands, her body was already on the move. Crawling over the console the separated them, Bennie held out his hand sin protest as she straddled him in his seat, "What the fuck, Pixie?!"
Caressing his cheek with the hand holding her cigarette, Pixie grabbed him by the wrist with her other hand and forcefully guided it to her chest, "I'll do anythin', Bennie. Anythin' ta' stop you from lookin' at me like that! Please!"
"Cut this shit out, Pixie!" Bennie barked, wrestling his hand free. He was more flustered than angry, but it was only a matter of time.
Bringing her lips inches from his, she looked at him in the eye, "Fuck me. Fuck me, Bennie. I'll be anythin' fer you, Bennie." She forced his hand down her pants. "FUCK M---"
Her demand broke into a shrill whimper as Bennie's hand came across the side of Pixie's face, "I SAID STOP IT!"
Pixie grabbed the throbbing bruise on her cheek and simply sat there in silence as her mind processed what had just happened. Bennie, still breathing heavily, sat back and watched her. Trembling from the shock, Pixie got off of Bennie and sat back down in the driver's seat, still holding her cheek.
This time, the silence was uncomfortable. Deafening, even.
After a long time had passed, Bennie shook his head, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hit you."
Pixie didn't answer right away.
You stupid *****. Always fuckin' runnin'.
Looking out the side window, Pixie wiped a rogue tear from her eye, "No, it's okay." She turned the crawler on. "We should head back." Bennie looked at her, concern painted on his face and nodded.
The ride back was somehow quieter than the ride up.
"It doesn't help it's illegal for civvies to own them in most domes neither." Mila remarked as she set up in a nearby lane, and motioned towards two that were close to her for Viola and Hannibal to use. "Check this shit out." She then fired a controlled burst down at the targets, partially melting the one she was aiming at. Despite the distance, Viola still had to put a hand up in front of her face to block the bright green light that the plasma gave.
Viola gave a half smile as she readied her rifle. "Certainly an effective weapon in the right hands, though I imagine someone not as well trained would go for the spray n' pay approach like most semi-automatics afford." She remarked in a nonchalant manner before firing off three shots in quick succession, each one finding a home in a target and accompanied by sound as they were knocked down. Her eyes hadn't blinked at all during it.
"Now then, how many 'bursts' can that thing fire before you have to reload, recharge, wait for it to cool-down, whatever the correct term is when talking about plasma weapons."
"I know how you feel," he said. "But Jesus, Aesop... you don't have to like him, but keep a lid on it, alright? And anyway, I'm not defending him, but that whole situation sounds like it was pretty fucked for him too, y'know."
Finally Bennie had let him go. Aesop kept leaning against the wall, panting now. He stayed panting for a bit before replying. "I know... I know but," putting a hand to his face he continued, "I'm sorry what I'm about to say is gonna sound like bullshit but, maybe it was cos he was in the room? Maybe cos I had just heard it..." suddenly more aggressive, he continued, "Fuck, you would have kicked his ass too if-" he then stopped himself, realising what he was doing. "Christ." He sat down on the floor once more.
"I fucked up, yeah I know. And I ain't got an excuse. I reacted like a child, I get it." He undid his ponytail and let his hair dangle onto his shoulders before saying much calmer. "I had no right and I get that, and I'm not gonna use Austin as an excuse because yeah, I just wanted to kill Carlos. I know Bennie's pissed, I know Pixie'll be pissed, and I know you're probably pissed so go on, lay it on me."
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Hannibal could actually feel the heat of the gun as it shot out against the target, he shuffled back a few steps. "Wow." He said in awe, "do it again!" He said in mock excitement, as he wanted a distraction in order to slink away to snoop around.
"I had no right and I get that, and I'm not gonna use Austin as an excuse because yeah, I just wanted to kill Carlos. I know Bennie's pissed, I know Pixie'll be pissed, and I know you're probably pissed so go on, lay it on me."
Ruffles pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Look, man. Shit's fucked right now. Everything that could conceivably go wrong... seems like it's gone pretty fucking wrong." Groaning, he turned and kicked the wall. His steel toe-capped boot took a sizable chip out of the plaster.
"Look, the fact is we've already got too much shit to deal with, without your god damn shenanigans on top of it, man!"
"How's he doing?"
Had she heard that? Ruffles was now vaguely aware that he'd been shouting.
"I don't... he's fine, I guess."
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Down in the kitchen now, Whiskey ran the tap until the water was practically chilled before filling the glass and sliding across the table to Carlos. Then she slumped down in the chair opposite him.
Cranston didn't waste anytime, "LILITH, WE"RE GOING!" He barked as he leaped into the driver's seat. "HANG ON BACK THERE!"
"Take the crawler and go after them!" Ortega ordered Asad. "They're your target. Sandringham is mine!" With that, he broke cover and laid down a hail of plasma fire on his enemy's position, hitting at least one, center-mass, before finding new cover in a nearby alley.
Hopping into the passenger seat, her back to the dashboard, she knelt as she rested her rifle on the back of of the seat. "HEADS DOWN, LADIES!" Glancing at Cranston, she smirked slightly. "Think you can keep her steady?"
"Roger that!" Asad replied as he got to his feet and quickly clambered into the driver's seat of the crawler. Quickly driving after the Maidens, he thumbed his radio. "Commander, change of plan! The Maidens are moving again, might be heading to the East Gate! O'Lafferty, Moon, what's your status?"
"West of the South gate," replied Bryan. "Moving to pursue. If Carter can slow 'em down, we might be able to do this."
Pausing to pick up Jun, the Crawler accelerated sharply, speeding towards the rapidly deserting south gate.
Jun wasted no time getting into the Crawler, afterwards he simply gave a reply of, "Ready to pursue."
"Roger that, Harel, they're headed right for me!" Tsubaki barked into her radio as she swurved past two other vehicles. Gritting her teeth, she readied her plasma pistol with one hand and kept the crawler steady with the other.
Two more crawlers came barrelling down the road past Ortega's position. More of his squad answering the call. Sandringham had a lot on his plate now. Grinning, Ortega broak cover once more and started spraying plasma bolts at the remaining van, "TAKE THEM OUT!"
Cranston didn't answer Lilith. He was in no mood for witty one liners right now. The crawler blocking their path had been flipped over from a grenade blast moments earlier. One of Chimera squad was still crawling out of the wreckage when they drove by. As they flew down the street, towards the East Gate, Cranston shook his head and called out over his shoulder, "If the gate heavily fortified we're going to have to abort the escape! We can go to ground in the city, but we won't have much time to plan before----SHIT!" Cranston muttered as he spotted another enemy crawler fly past the barricade, hot on their tail.
"Sprout, Lilith! Open up the doors and let 'em have it!"
Sprout looked to Lilith, fear gripping him, "Ya' ready, Lily?" He inched closer to the back door, ready to fire when they got within range.
Nodding, Lilith buried her shoulder into the stock of her rifle as she pressed herself against the back of her seat. "Sprout! Now!"
As Axel kicked open the rear doors of the van, Lilith drew a deep breath as she quickly moved her eye to the scope. As the pursuing crawler came instantly into view, her sights resting immediately on the driver. Without hesitating she squeezed the trigger, immediately pulling back the bolt on her rifle to load the next round as the back of the driver's head exploded.
Bryan winced as blood and skull fragments rained over the side of his head. The poor bastard never had a chance.
Reaching over with his left hand, he held the steering wheel firm as the dead driver's weight pressed the accelerator. With his right, he drew his plasma pistol. While he fancied himself decent with the thing, plasma was a tricky *****. He didn't want to maim the innocent bystander they were there to collect.
As he barged the decapitated corpse out of the crawler, struggling to keep the vehicle under control, Bryan threw himself into the driver's seat. Best just give them something to think about. He squeezed the trigger and a pulsing green arc of plasma lashed out like a whip as he swept the weapon across. Part of the flapping door boiled away and where the arc of plasma grazed the ceiling, it glowed cherry red.
With the vehicle under control, he kept his gun up, ready to return fire. "Hey Jun, the lass has you beat on points so far."
The sniper rifle lay on the seat adjacent to Jun while he took aim with his sidearm. He had nothing to say to Bryan, even though the remark was nothing but grating. At least their opponents were so kind to open up the doors in the first place, but that and the huge hole Bryan had created left both parties open to gunfire - it was a double-edged sword. Still, Jun had just one simple thing to do: fire back. He did so.
Maria almost curled up into a ball as parts of the van doors melted away into nothing, all too conscious of the heat given off by the glowing metal. Soon pain joined the circus of fear, panic and blistering heat. A red line across her left arm dripped with blood. Hurt, she cried out. Afterwards, she clenched her teeth and ferreted around in her doctor's bag for a bandage. She then wrapped one around the wound and held it tight.
"MARIA!" Elizabeth screamed as she grabbed hold of her. Maria ignored her comforting gesture, however, and immediately set to work patching herself up. "Thank God you're okay..."
USELESS! USELESS! USELESS!
Spying a discarded pistol on the floor of the van, likely left during all the chaos at the gate, Elizabeth lept into action.
"What the fuck!? Get back where it's safe!" Sprout commanded as Elizabeth appeared behind him.
"You're spent," Elizabeth said, ushering him out of the way. "I've got a full magazine."
Checking the chamber, Sprout realized she had been correct and stepped back to reload, "You sure you know what yer doin', Liz?" He asked as he frantically loaded six bullets into the chamber.
"No!" She replied, taking aim and firing several shots in the direction of the pursuing crawler.
With Bryan and Jun on the Maidens' tail, Asad made screeched down the narrow alleys of Feroxi in an attempt to cut them off. "Never corner a fox." He muttered to himself as every gut instinct was screaming at him. Throwing the crawler around a corner, the tires screeched as he slammed his foot on the gas.
'Never corner a damn fox.'
Jun sighed as their target started firing at the crawler in one of the most inept displays of shooting he had ever seen. Even if some of the bullets found their way into parts of the crawler, metal blasting off as the projectiles sped into them. Thankfully, nothing important got hit, if anything did get hit. The soldier responded with just one bullet, knocking the gun out of the young noble's hands. 'Just stay in the back.'
Elizabeth yelped in shock as the bullet ricocheted off of her pistol, sending it flying towards the front of the van.
USELESS!
"GET DOWN!" Sprout shouted, forcing Elizabeth behind him as he stepped up and fired. His aim was true.
At that moment, Bryan was glad he was wearing sunglasses when the windshield broke, and shards rained over him. As it did, he grunted and the crawler veered slightly as he reeled. It felt like he'd taken a roundhouse kick to the chest.
When he didn't appear to have trouble breathing, Bryan reasoned that he wasn't mortally injured. If it hadn't been for the kevlar, the little bastard would have gotten a kill shot on him.
"Maybe that's what chain smoking feels like," he muttered, flipping the kid off before sending a bolt of plasma at one of the tires.
As the crawler gained speed down the straight alleyway, Asad pulled out his pistol. "Coming out in front of them now!" The man shouted into his radio, moments before crashing through a number of garbage bins and out onto the street, spinning the crawler to a halt not fifty feet from the approaching van. Quickly scrambling to his feet, one foot on the edge of the crawler, Asad fired several shot at the driver side windshield.
"FUCK!" Cranston shouted as he felt the back-right tire explode, causing the van to wobble out of control. By the time he'd gotten it steady, he had another problem on his hands. Veering to the left as the new combatant arrived on the scene, a hail of bullets pierced through the windshield, scattering glass everywhere. Ducking down under the dashboard, Cranston managed to survive the assault with graze to ribs.
Gritting his teeth, he peered over the steering wheel just enough to see if he was clear of the crawler as he passed, " SPROUT, WE'RE PASSING ONE ON THE RIGHT!" He shouted over his shoulder. The entire van shook violently as it swiped across the front of Asad's crawler.
Trying to keep himself on his feet as the van shook, Sprout dropped to one knee, ignoring the pain in his chest and pulled his sawed-off shotgun from over his shoulder. Pointing it out the back, he fired two bursts in the direction of the new arrival as they passed him by.
Maria held on for dear life as the van lurched about and snatched a look into the front part of the van just to see whether Cranston was okay. That done, she turned to the back and said, "Everyone holding up?"
Asad swore as the van ploughed through the front of the crawler, hopping to the back of the vehicle, he turned to face the fleeing van, just in time to get a few pellets of buckshot in his shoulder.
"Fucking foxes." He winced in pain slightly, grasping his shoulder as a small smirk curled his lips. Hopping off his crawler, he quickly flagged down Bryan and Jun, jumping into the back seat before continuing the pursuit.
Bryan glanced back at Asad before speeding up again. "No," he said in a slow voice. "We no want our windshield wiped. As ya can see, we don't have one." He chuckled and then grimaced as his chest burned again. "That fuckin' ****."
Elizabeth staggered over to Maria's side to ensure she was okay before turning her attention towards the front, "We need to lose these guys!"
"Working on it!" Cranston shot back, holding his aching ribs. "Lilith! Take these guys out to pasture!"
Lilith breathed through her teeth in frustration. With the van swerving the way it was, she was struggling to get a bead on anything.
"Damn it guys, stop shaking the bloody van!" She snapped at Sprout and Elizabeth as they scrambled around. Looking down her scope, she hovered over the enemy crawler as it quickly began to close the gap.
"Steady, steady."
Firing in quick succession, the bullet casings bouncing off the inside of the van as she loaded each round, Lilith buried four shots into the engine of the crawler, quickly opening the chamber as she thumbed five rounds into the weapon. Slamming the bolt into position, she took aim before quickly firing another shot into the same target.
"Come on!"
Bang.
"Come ooooon!"
Bang.
"You fucking cu-YES!" The engine erupted, as smoke began billowing from the bullet holes, shards of metal pouring onto the road.
The Crawler scraped to a halt. Bryan pressed the accelerator futilely and then shrugged. "Well played." He thumbed his radio. "Crawlers down, Commander."
Turning in his seat, he looked at Asad and Jun. "Reckon it's worth running after 'em like dick heads?"
"I fucking knew it." Asad said simply, shrugging his shoulders as he kicked his feet up on the side of the crawler. Shifting his shoulder, he groaned in frustration.
"Dad told me never to corner a fox."
Bryan scowled. "Do foxes even exist anymore?"
"Fuck if I know, I just know not to corner 'em." Asad ran a hand through his hair. "Really fucking dangerous or something."
"FUCK YEAH, LILY!" Sprout patted her on the shoulder. "Taught those fuckers what's up!"
Cranston smirked, "We're not out of the woods yet, kids."
Tsubaki furrowed her brow, Dammit.
"Roger that, O'Lafferty. I should be on them any moment now." She was flying now.
Jun fired off a few futile shots at the van before it got out of range of his pistol. He took a breath in through clenched teeth, almost hissing as he seethed at the Maiden's escape. Jun grabbed his sniper rifle and got out of the busted crawler, ignoring the bickering going on in front of him.
Bryan shrugged. "Ratty, cunning scavengers is what I heard they were." he grinned. "Bit like me in that respect, I guess."
"Ratty, cunning scavengers who kicked our asses." Asad corrected, smirking slightly. As Tsubaki came in over the radio, Asad furrowed his brow slightly. "She can't do shit alone, suppose we better haul ass." He groaned as he got to his feet.
Bryan shrugged and hopped out of the crawler. "Always was happier running than driving, anyhow. Let's go."
"But it looks like she's already gotten me back to her place so... I think we got this..."
Severa giggled and blushed. He was charming, even if he was being sarcastic. She shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, crossing one leg over the other.
"Well, Severa, shall I be off? If there's any fun to be had here, I'm sure I'll find it."
"No, please, by all means! I don't mind having sloppy seconds, as long as I am only sharing him with my dear Brother." She grinned. "Just don't harm his face. I like it a lot." She locked eyes with the priest. "You are quite adorable, Father."
"Well, mother always said I was a cute kid." Florian shifted nervously as he felt the clock ticking down and struggled to decide which of the two would be worse at this point. If this, Severa, was genuine then maybe he could use that... but when had he been that lucky today?
"Well I don't expect it to get me anywhere," said Owain. "But in the name of at least feeling like we're making progress... what's your association with the, ah... not so aptly named Gentleman?"
"Reluctant translator. I am yet to find someone who finds themselves tied to that man happily." Florian droned.
"Mmm," replied Owain. "But even if that's all you are to him, I doubt he just picked you up, told you he needed a middle man and that was that. So take me further back. How are you associated with him? Answer quickly; my sister always has had problems separating business from pleasure."
"Can't you tell? I am missionary!" Florian cried. "I go from dome to dome, spreading good book, building schools and wells. Everybody loves wells!" A loyal act maybe, but to the maiden, not The Gentleman. Florian wasn't willing to lead these people back to the others, he knew the code and what it demanded.
"Alright then," Owain said, shrugging in a way that suggested the ball was rolling and there was little he could do to stop it. "Don't blame me."
Severa wiggled, her hands balled into fists and they pressed against her crossed legs. Her back bowing back, she smiled insidiously, "Don't hold back. I want to see his soul, Brother."
"Oh, me?" said Owain, putting a hand over his heart in mock flattery. "I thought you wanted first crack. But if you insist..."
The motion of his hand was hard to track. One second, his hand was over his chest. The next, it was by his side, and there was a knife embedded in the seat of Florian's chair, quivering between his thighs, millimeters from the seam of his crotch.
"Ooh," he said, grinning. "Near miss."
Florian's eyes stayed glued to the blade, still quivering in the chair, his eyes widening to the size of saucers. He gulped reflexively.
"Oh, don't worry," said Owain, grinning even more widely. "I wouldn't dare take that away from you before Severa gets a look. If I did, she'd be apt to bite down on me later tonight."
"I may just do that anyway." Severa mused.
Owain shrugged. "I've got some to lose, anyway."
Incest... charming... Still not quite able to pry his eyes away from the blade Florian could only look back and forth between Severa, the brother and the knife as the dreaded realisation that this would be his end sunk in.
"Yes, that's it, Father." Severa licked her top-row of teeth. "That fear. That is truth. That is you." She got off the sofa and down onto the floor. Crawling on all fours, she came up to Florian's side and looked him in the eye. "Show me more."
Stepping forward, Owain grabbed the knife and jiggled it loose from the wooden chair seat.
"Waste not, want not. And besides, who knows what a no doubt resourceful man like yourself could do if I left that lying around?"
"Anyway," he said, flicking the knife tip lightly at Florian's chest. One of the buttons fell away. "I'm of the opinion that you don't really need nipples," he said. "And between you and me," he put on a mock whisper. "She tends to pinch, so I'd be doing you a favour!"
After removing a couple more buttons, Owain stopped. "In any case," he said. "I'm still intrigued to know how it was a man of the cloth came to have a connection with one of the most successful information brokers, thieves and assassins on the planet. You deliver sermons, so I'm sure you can make an interesting story absolutely absorbing."
Bound and helpless Florian could only close his eyes and breath deep in an attempt to slow his racing heart. "[Weary traveller, find yourself in the place of ash and know you are already dead.]" He whispered to himself. Forcing a feeling of calm to smother his panic. To look at it now... he couldn't be any more of a disappointment.
You were warned of this all your life, you were trained to die in silence, your body thrown away, your life forgotten. Remember who you are and do what you were made for, one more time.
"I was found romancing the local lord's daughter. He helped me get away and disappear. Only that meant getting stuck in a monastery and... well... the old idiots grew on me. Besides, I look fantastic in black! Devil always comes to take his dues though doesn't he?"
["Yes,"] said Owain, adopting the local language the Priest had just exhibited and tracing a long, shallow line down Florian's chest with the knife, which began to bead with blood. ["I do."]
"Oooooh." Florian cringed, both at the burning twinging in his chest and at how corny that line was. Between a twitch of pain he looked up at Owain with a look of disdain.
"Bad even by my tastes," said Owain, laughing. "But that's what you get when you don't answer me seriously." He sighed. "As I'm being restrained, it seems I am for once the more pleasant interrogator. And if you won't answer me, maybe you'll answer her, eh?"
"He just assumes I lie." Florian looked at Severa, hurt and offended. "Why does everyone think people are crazy criminals all the time?"
Severa giggled, "I don't think you're a crazy criminal." She grabbed his knee and slowly ran her hand up his thigh. "I think you look sweet. Innocent, even. Mmmmm," She smiled and looked to her brother. "He looks tasty, Brother! How much longer is this going to take!?"
Owain shrugged. "Depends on what we do," he said, striding around the chair. "I do have one way we could pass the time," he said.
Lashing out suddenly, he kicked the back of Florian's chair, sending it pitching forward. Catching it by the back, he lowered it the last few inches to the floor, to avoid cracking the Priest's skull. As it was, Florian was still resting on his head.
Reaching through the large gap in the chair back, Owain lifted up Florian's shirt to expose his back, twirling the knife through his fingers.
"Fancy a game of noughts and crosses, Severa?"
Severa wiggled her whole body, "Oh, do I! But keep it to the back only, Owain! Nowhere that he can't hide it!"
Owain nodded. "Best blank canvas," he said, drawing the first line in the grid, cutting deeper than he had on the chest.
"Of course, if we hear a story we like, I think I for one will lose interest in children's games."
Florian growled and grimaced through gritted teeth, his neck cricking up as his head rested uncomfortably at a strange angle. "Florian. My name is Florian. The Boykovs tried to kill me, bandits want me dead." He strained on, slowly losing control of his English. "Smugglers working for Gentleman helped me get out." Another grunt. "Gentleman called me in or he sells me to them." Florian sighed, so long as it didn't bring them back to the maidens. All he had to do was keep a few people safe.
Owain paused, having just been about to plant a circle in the center box. "See, that wasn't so hard." Bracing his foot on one of the chair's crossbars, he levered Florian back up in one fluid motion.
"We'll postpone the game for if he refuses to cooperate again, sister. I always was better at filling in boxes than you, anyway."
Sidling around to Florian's front, he wiped the bloody knife on the Priest's shirt. "Well, Florian," he said. "That's a good start. Your next job it to put a name to that group, but of course we have plenty of time for that. Days, I imagine. So I'll ease up and leave you in the capable hands of my sister."
"Yey!" Severa squealed. "Happy times!"
"Yaaaay..." Florian joined in hollowly.
"Well, I'm going out for a while," said Owain. "If we're going to be having all our fun in this room, I think we'll need food and water." Sheathing the knife, he tapped Severa affectionately on the nose. "Just don't kill him," he said sweetly before donning his coat.
"Ta-ta for now."
"Finally, we're alone." Said Florian, hoarsely, his wrists getting back to work on trying to get loose.
"We are," Severa chirped as she bent over, caressing his face with her hand. "I'm sorry Owain is so rough on you. He's just upset because the Gentleman got away. He was really looking forward to playing with him." She shook her head. "I don't care, though. I like you better."
"Well, everytime a door closes a window opens." Florian nodded along.
Aesop sat there like a damn child and let Ruffles's words stew. He had fucked up, but he didn't know how to make it better. Did he even want to make it better? Yeah the situation was fucked but Carlos deserved it. He could have chosen to die instead of commit rape. Still, Pixie was already upset, Aesop would only be adding to her troubles.
"Look, the fact is we've already got too much shit to deal with, without your god damn shenanigans on top of it, man!"
Aesop bit his gums and stayed there in silence as his face grew into a scowl.
"How's he doing?"
"I don't... he's fine, I guess."
'Fuckin' causin' problems again.'
After a long pause Aesop finally coughed up, "is he okay?"
"Now then, how many 'bursts' can that thing fire before you have to reload, recharge, wait for it to cool-down, whatever the correct term is when talking about plasma weapons."
Mila smirked, "Glad you asked."
"do it again!"
"Give me a sec, kid. The lady here wants to talk shop." Popping the small, translucent tube out of the rifle, Mila held it up for Viola to see. "This here's a plasma seal. When it glows bright green like this it means that it means the you can blast away without a care in the world. If it grows dim, however, it means you're running out of juice. The amount and consistency of gunfire will determine how fast it depletes, but these things can last a long-ass time. They're better than conventional firearms in about every way save for... well, their durability. The ash really gets to them, clogs up their circuits and what not. You can't just bury it in the dirt like you could an AK-47 or something."
Cameron frowned. She wasn't used to seeing Ruffles this upset.
"is he okay?"
"He'll live," She shrugged. "You really did a number on him, though." Putting her hands on her hips, Cameron thought for a moment before dropping her fist into her open palm. "How 'bout this. You two come back with me to my room and we can unwind a bit. The atmosphere right now's way too depressing. I mean, shit, I was drunk a minute ago!" Pulling out a small zip-lock baggy full of marijuana from her back pocket, she held it up in front of her. "It's not as good as your stuff, Jake, but it should do the trick. Come on."
Assuming they'd follow without putting up a fight, Cameron turned around and walked out the door.
"Thanks," Carlos muttered as he drank the glass slowly. His throat was still soar. Hearing footsteps from out in the hall, Cameron put the glass in the sink and started for his room. "Sorry. If you don't mind, I think I am going to lie down."
He looked like hell.
Passing him on the way through the kitchen, Cameron nodded to him before stopping in front of Whiskey, "Wanna get high?" She grinned.
After parking the crawler in the garage, Pixie and Bennie sat in silence for awhile. Neither of them had the will to get out of the vehicle. They hadn't said a word to each other for the entire ride back. Eventually, Pixie sighed and stepped out of the crawler, followed shortly by Bennie. Resting her arms on the roof, Pixie watched him as he walk towards her, "Look, I---I jus' need time, ya' know?"
Bennie frowned, "I've given you four years."
Pixie winced, "Bennie, I---"
"It's okay," He placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled, sadly, "I'd wait another four if I had to."
Pixie furrowed her brow, I love you
"Thanks, Bennie." With that, Bennie nodded and walked by her, leaving her alone in the garage. After lingering for a bit, dwelling on their exchange for longer than she wanted to, Pixie walked out into the hall. The complex was much quieter than it had been when she left. No doubt many Maidens were already blacked out.
Walking up to her door, Pixie sighed heavily before wrapping her fingers around the doorknob. What was waiting for her in there?
Severa giggled, "Always so clever. You're poetic, you know? I like that. I am a bit of a poet, myself." She walked around his chair and grabbed him suddenly from behind. Draping her arms over his shoulders and across his chest, she nuzzled his neck and giggled again. "Maybe I'll write one for you." She kissed his neck and moved her head up, biting his earlobe hard. She purred as her teeth dug in, not quite hard enough to draw blood. "Yummy."
Amy was waiting for her, sat up cross-legged on the end of the bed, her hands folded in her lap in an almost meditative pose.
"He's in Yuteni." she said, her expression strangely blank as she look up at Pixie. "Austin, he's attacked Yuteni.
There was a pause as she looked away, and stared almost vacantly at the now silent radio.
"I get it now. Or at least, I think I do. I was expecting it, it made perfect sense but, when I heard the words... I hated that place Pixie. Almost everything bad that ever happened to me happened there, to the point where I can't even think about it without feeling the pain all over again. So many times, I thought that I could just watch and smile as that city burned; but, thinking about him desecrating it, contaminating it, I can't help but feel a little violated, personally. In spite of everything, Yuteni was my home.
Trying to make the world a better place, it might always be a losing battle. Getting rid of symptoms like Austin might not cure the sickness, and it might not even be long before someone even worse comes along to take his place. However, with all that said, I still want to gut the son of a *****, not because it will solve anything, but because it feels right, and when a fight feels right, you can't just back down from it. Maybe the world isn't about weighing up hope verses futility, maybe it all just comes down to doing what feels right, from moment to moment?"
Amy swung her legs of the bed. Standing up, she looked right into Pixie's eyes from across the room.
"I can't take back what I said before, and in all honesty I don't want to. I don't have your faith Pixie, and I can only be sorry if that disappoints you, but neither was it fair of me to ask you to give it up. It's just that... damn it Pixie, this hurts. It hurts to watch you drive yourself into the ground, trying to make up for everyone else's mistakes. You think I don't understand, but I do. I understand how much it wears on you, and all I want to do is make you happy. I love you, and I'll never again ask anything from you that I know you can't give."
She moved closer, are hand reaching out to take hold of Pixie's, the other reaching round to the small of her back, drawing them closer.
"Please, just this once, let me feel like love is enough. When tomorrow gets here, we can deal with whatever it brings, but tonight, let it just be the two of us."
Florian gave another little wince as she tugged at his ear, and to think he used to like it rough. So far this was all turning into the strangest display of the "Good Cop / Bad Cop" routine. The even rougher thing was that given different circumstances Florian's old self would have found her voice purring in his ear a hell of a turn on. But several lacerations to the back and chest could put a downer on almost anyone's mood and Florian's days of needing safety words were long behind him. Though the stirring of old instincts wasn't going away any time soon, as the preacher's inner demons raved against the inglorious fate they were staring down the knife edge of.
["Find yourself in the place of ash and know you are already dead."] He muttered again under his breath, trying desperately to steady his mind and claim control of himself. This one wasn't interested in asking questions.
The day was theirs, so of course everyone who could stand was busy making assholes of themselves as they ravaged what was left of the spire. Erik walked through it all like a man in a dream. Reveling fighters shifted out of his way like waves, most throwing cheers and slaps on the back his way, all of them acting like they were suddenly best friends with him. Lead a charge, kill a bunch of men and suddenly you're the most popular girl at the dance. Erik could only guess that all the other acts of violence he'd committed over his career just weren't big enough.
He was rudely woken from his daydreaming though when he came across a bunch of Sergei's named men playing target practice on the dancing feet of some strung up Boykov soldiers. "The fuck is this?!" Erik called, barging in on the scene.
"Heeey, it's this guuuuy!" Sergei was already getting drunk off his ass and looked the purest picture of an unchained dickbag. "Come on Erik it's a party!"
"Put these poor shits out of their misery."
"Oh come on, Erik, you got no love of the art." Sergei slurred. "Come on, we found some good explosives on them we'll make some modern art shit. Destruction and life it- it's gunna be beautiful."
"Give me that!" Erik snarled, snatching a bottle of vodka from out of his fellow commander's hand. "The fuck you are, this place isn't getting any more damaged, this is the new base. You get me?"
"Pffftt..." Sergei spluttered out a series of scoffs and giggles. "Chill your tits Erry Bear! Boss' orders, this place is our fucking playground now! Get with the times!" The randy bandit gave Erik an infuriating little pat on the cheek before staggering off to rejoin his crew. "Boss' orders, time to cut loose!" He spread his arms out getting another cheer from his men.
Where the hell is Vas? Erik stalked off in a mood, putting a mercy bullet in a Boykov man as he went.
"... You think I don't understand, but I do. I understand how much it wears on you, and all I want to do is make you happy. I love you, and I'll never again ask anything from you that I know you can't give."
Pixie rested her chin on Amy's shoulder, hiding her pained expression from view.
What she couldn't give.
Dammit, Pixie.
"Please, just this once, let me feel like love is enough. When tomorrow gets here, we can deal with whatever it brings, but tonight, let it just be the two of us."
Pixie wrapped her arms around Amy and squeezed, before pulling away and meeting her gaze, "Amy," She began as she ran the back of her fingers down the side of Amy's cheek. "I'm sorry, I assumed I knew you. I reckoned I understood you... that we were the same, somehow. I know now how wrong I was. I don' know where you came from, Amy. I could never know." She offered a soft smile. "I shouldn' expect you ta' share my... outlook. I'm not mad at you, Amy. I'm not upset. I'm jus'..."
She furrowed her brow and hung her head, resting it against Amy's collar, "I'm selfish, ya' know? If someone else buys into my bullshit it makes me feel better. Gives me hope." She shook her head. "But, I don' wan' you ta' pretend, Amy. I don' wan' you to do anythin' fer the sake of simply makin' me feel more comfortable with my own delusions. Be yerself." She looked at Amy, now with a genuine smile. "All you 'ave ta' do is be yerself, like you've been doin'. That alone'll give me hope."
Holding Amy's face in her hands now, Pixie laughed, happily, "You have ugliness jus' like everyone else, but that don' mean yer not beautiful, Amy. Underneath it all. Under all the pain, sufferin', hatred and sin, yer still a beautiful person. I want ya' ta' know how important that is." She took Amy by the hand and guided her to the bed. "So, yeah... let's make the rest of the night jus' 'bout us, okay?"
After stripping down to a bra and panties, Pixie got into bed and patted the spot on the bed next to her, "Come 'ere, I wanna tell you a story."
["Find yourself in the place of ash and know you are already dead."]
Severa could sense the trepidation in his voice. Caressing his chest, near the knife wound, she rested her chin on his shoulder, "Aw, Father, don't be scared. You're safe with me, I'm not like my brother. Besides," She ran her fingers along his jawline, taking special care to run against the grain of his stubble. "I can sense it in you, you know? There's a beast inside you whose just dying to get out. I want to see him, Father. I want to see him in all of his glory."
She leaned forward so that he could see her grin in his peripheral vision, "Until then, I'm going to make you hurt. If I have to, I'll bleed him out of you. You thank me when its over, Father. I will free your soul. Allow you to see the world as I do. In all of its splendor." She sighed in delight. "The real world. Not the one filled with hypocrites, liars and thieves. No, a world of divine pleasures..."
She walked around the chair and pulled out a scalpel from inside her garter before crouching down in front of him, "I will teach you to appreciate everything." Holding it to her forearm, it wasn't until now that Florian noticed the small scars littering her arms. No wonder she wore arm-length gloves in public. Digging the sharp blade into her flesh, her whole body quivered as she moaned in ecstasy.
After it was done, and blood began dribbling out of the small wound, she looked to Florian seductively and licked the beads of blood from the open wound, "Your turn." She said, exasperated, as she licked her chops. Crawling forward, she held her bleeding wound to his mouth. "Taste it."
"I can sense it in you, you know? There's a beast inside you whose just dying to get out. I want to see him, Father. I want to see him in all of his glory."
There had been times in his life when Florian had pondered on what to think of this kind of fevered soul. Was the madness a sign of weakness, that their minds had faltered in the sight of the life they were trapped in and broke under the weight? Others had sighted it as a strength, that being loosed from the chains that bound 'good honest people' allowed them to thrive. Florian always suspected things were a little more complicated than that. Not that it mattered right now. Here in this moment they both just animals.
Though what kind of animal gained such satisfaction from the pain Severa had inflicted on herself baffled Florian's mind. A fresh cut was added to the bloody tapestry that had been scribbled onto her alabaster skin, coaxing forth a moan that stirred a piece of Florian's psyche that was normally kept caged.
"Your turn. Taste it."
"What?" Florian croaked. "No... n- mmmpphhff-" His protests were quickly muffled as she shoved her arm into his mouth. He tried turning away and forcing his mouth shut but it was no use as the coppery tang of blood trickled down his lips in sickly streams. Florian gurgled out some muffled noises of repulsion. Unable to move away he sank his teeth down into Severa's arm in some spiteful act of aggression.
Despite his sour mood Aesop couldn't deny his interest being peaked at getting high. He looked over to Ruffles for a moment, his expression an odd mix of asking for permission, guilt, and intense frustration until finally, 'Fuck it.' He stood up and walked past Ruffles, following Cameron. "Bollocks to it." He said, mimicking Lilith's accent and phrases as he left the room. "Might as well be high for the fallout eh."
Slowly he was beginning to care less and less of what would come next, he just hoped no one would take the prospect of at least weak marijuana away from him.
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"Uh huh, interesting." Hannibal muttered as he tried to subtly slink away from them. He wasn't too far away, it certainly wouldn't arouse suspicion, and he'd just say the heat was getting to him. He just needed them to focus on firing before he started snooping.
"Give me a sec, kid. The lady here wants to talk shop." Spoke Mila as she removed a translucent and fluorescent looking tube from where the magazine on a normal rifle would be, and then holding it up for Viola to inspect.
"This here's a plasma seal. When it glows bright green like this it means that it means the you can blast away without a care in the world. If it grows dim, however, it means you're running out of juice. The amount and consistency of gunfire will determine how fast it depletes, but these things can last a long-ass time. They're better than conventional firearms in about every way save for... well, their durability. The ash really gets to them, clogs up their circuits and what not. You can't just bury it in the dirt like you could an AK-47 or something."
"Heh. Take it then that you don't find yourself fighting in the deserts outside all that much then? And sure, having better weapons than your opponent might be a considerable advantage in a firefight; but if the opposition is better trained, well, you might see yourself staring down the barrel of failure." Viola remarked as she loaded in three bullets to make up for the ones she shot earlier.
"As for me, I can't help but feel a bit of nostalgia for these what you would refer to as conventional firearms, they remind me of the Old Old West that I use to hear stories about from my parents back when I was a kid. Of the wild untamed wilderness, of daring train robberies and mysterious gunfighters. I guess in a way, The Rock is a New Wild West." She carried on saying, gushing a little bit. Viola then noticed that Hannibal had moved a couple of steps away from the two women, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, yet.
After turning another sharp corner, nearly flipping the crawler in the process, Tsubaki spotted the runaway van, "Target in site!" She barked into the radio before gritting her teeth in anticipation.
End of the line, Maidens!
"Here comes another one!" Cranston shouted as Tsubaki's crawler came into view. It was headed straight for them. Though she was still several blocks away, he could see the familiar green glow coming from her vehicle. "BRACE YOURSELVES!"
Two bolts of superheated plasma streaked down the road, each finding their mark with explosive results. Both front tires of the van were vaporized in an instant, sending the vehicle careening, uncontrollably through a nearby store front.
Cranston bashed his head against the steering wheel hard while his passengers were thrown about haphazardly. After taking a moment to gather himself, Cranston clutched his sidearm and looked over his shoulder, "Is everyone okay back there?!"
Tsubaki stopped the vehicle right outside the crash site and got out cautiously, her plasma rifle levelled, "They crashed. I'm moving in on the target."
Bryan thumbed his radio as he wheeled around the corner. "Copy that, Commander. We'll be there ASAP!"
"Bugger..." Lilith coughed, wincing as she pushed herself from her seat. Breathing sharply through gritted teeth as she clutched her wrist. "Son of a..." A small shard of glass was embedded in her forearm, a massive tear in the sleeve of her jacket. Looking down at the others, Elizabeth and Sprout still dazed, Lilith furrowed her brow. "Hmph" She clenched her jaw as she quickly pulled out the shard of glass, tossing it over her shoulder before ripping off the sleeve below the tear, quickly using her teeth and free hand to wrap it around the new wound.
'I've had enough.'
Without saying a word, Lilith stepped over her fallen rifle, bending over to pluck the revolver from Axel's loose grip. They didn't have much time before the soldiers from earlier arrived.
Checking the revolver, she carried on walking to the back of the van, growling in anger as she kicked open the loosely closed doors.
"THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM, ****?!" Lilith shouted as she bought her pistol up to aim at the new arrival. A woman.
"YOU'RE NOT RESCUING HER!" Lilith closed the van door behind her, leaning against it. She coughed slightly as her voice calmed "She doesn't want to be rescued. Just leave us alone!" There was a hint of pleading in Lilith's voice as she kept her aim steady, a trickle of blood running from underneath the dressing on her cheek.
As soon as they got the message, Jun began to run a bit faster.
Maria groaned as she got up. Her eyes flickered with alarm as Elizabeth and Axel were just lying there. She immediately checked their pulses and allowed herself some relief as the doctor heard the familiar lub-dub of their hearts. Then, she tried to shrug off the dizziness but to no avail.
"I think I need a doctor." Maria sighed.
While trying to both cradle her head and her injured arm at both, she stumbled towards the end of the van and took a look at the new situation. Shouting, two women with guns, debris, shards of glass, bits of van everywhere... 'This isn't good...' Maria thought as she slowly went back into the van and slumped next to Elizabeth and Sprout.
Liz and Sprout both came around at about the same moment. Elizabeth was slower to pick up on what was happening than Sprout, as she sat their dumbfounded, listening to Lilith berate their attacker.
Sprout grit his teeth and felt around the floor of the van for a weapon. It appeared, however, that his efforts were in vain...
With the front of the van propped up on a granite counter, Cranston could only see his enemy's feet in the rear view mirror. Lilith was pointing a gun at her... he had to move fast. Turning around in his seat, ignoring the piercing headache and the soreness that racked his body, he planted a knee on the seat and gripped the door handle. With his other hand, he held his pistol close to his chest.
Tsubaki hesitated. This woman... this girl... she looked so...
She's afraid.
She was willing to die rather than give up the noble?
Clenching her jaw and narrowing her gaze, Tsubaki stood firm. She wouldn't let sentimentality get the better of her, "WEAPONS DOWN, NOW! HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD OR I WILL SHOO---"
Her words were drowned out when Cranston suddenly swung open the driver-side door of the van and shot Tsubaki three times in the chest while hanging onto the door frame. As she hit the ground, motionless, Cranston hopped out of the vehicle, wasting no time, "WE NEED TO MOVE, NOW! LILITH, EVERYONE, COME ON!"
Lilith's eyes widened as the woman fell to the ground. As Cranston yelled for her and the others to get moving, she took a few steps forward, her sights still aimed on the motionless body.
'Even when you want to leave, they just pull you back in.'
Clutching her side, Lilith slowly shuffled through the dust until she was standing over the soldier, her eyes searching the stranger's face. She was young, couldn't have much older than herself. Nudging the plasma rifle from the soldier's loose grip with her boot, Lilith's eyes caught something.
A sadness softened Lilith's face as she squatted next to the woman, reaching a hand out, she gripped the woman's dog-tags between her fingers.
"I'm sorry, Tsubaki Saburo." Lilith gently yanked the tags from around the woman's neck, placing them in her pocket as she holstered her own pistol, before quietly grabbing the plasma pistol and rifle, her eyes never leaving the woman's face as the girl got to her feet. "Really I am." Clenching her jaw, Lilith turned around and headed back to the van.
With so much going on, Maria chose to focus on Cranston's words. She grabbed both Elizabeth and Sprout by the arm then dragged them out of the van. Run, run, run, run... That's all she wanted to do right now, though she had to wait a short moment for Lilith and Cranston before the woman could indulge her panic.
Sprout only got a passing glance at Lilith while she looted the soldier before he was quickly ushered towards the front of the vehicle. Elizabeth was still too delirious to really know what was going on, "Lilith, let's go!" Cranston reiterated as he lead the others through a backdoor and into the back alleys of the city.
Lilith quickly stepped into the back of the van, recovering her backpack and rifle before rejoining the others. Her eyes met Sprout's as she stepped in line next to him, a sad smiling curling her lips as she returned his revolver to him. No words were exchanged as Lilith wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulder, tapping her head against his.
This was going to be harder than she first thought.
Sprout furrowed his brow, "Lily, are---"
"Talk later! MOVE!" Cranston reiterated. With that, the Maidens disappeared deeper into the city. Basilio's men had no hope of find them now. Not tonight, anyway.
Jun slowed down as he neared the crash site, which was empty; at least in terms of Maidens. A pang of alarm surged through him as he noticed the Commander lying down on the ground without a weapon, without consciousness. He spun around at looked at the empty shell of metal, lifted his rifle up, peeked through the scope then lowered it and he found himself looking at Tsubaki once more.
'So fucking stupid.'
All of it was.
Jun settled on concentrating on something else, just to distract himself from failure's sting.
"Oh no..." The words escaped Asad's lips as a whisper. Searching the immediate area through the sights of his rifle, he quickly strafed through the dust, stopping at Tsubaki.
"Bryan." Asad muttered as his eyes continued to scan the van and the surrounding buildings. "Check her pulse." He knew something like this would happen. Why did she think she could approach the Maidens alone? The stupid girl!
He began to feel sick to his stomach as he refused to confirm the worst with his own eyes. "God dammit." He whispered through clenched teeth.
'Never corner a fox.'
When he saw Tsubaki lying there, everything else seemed to dissolve. Bryan just stood there, rooted to the spot. Sound washed over him, but he heard nothing, as though he were underwater.
Then Asad's voice cut through the fug and he shook it off, moving forward to kneel by his Commander.
"Hey, Tsubaki," he said as he put his fingers against the side of her neck. "C'mon now, you ain't that easy to kill..." the pulse was there. A little slower than he'd like, but it was there and stable.
Reaching around, he found the Velcro tabs at the side of her vest and ripped them away. Flattened bullets fell away, clattering onto the asphalt, and Bryan sighed in relief. There were spots of blood, but they were minor. However that said nothing about what the blunt force trauma had done to her...
"C'mon Commander, get up," he said, patting her cheek roughly, not quite willing to slap her. "Now ain't the time for a nap."
"AGAIN!"
Why was he doing this?
"You can catch up on sleep later! I said, get up! Again!"
She was just their slave. Their serving girl. What did he gain by doing this?
Bruised and worn out, Tsubaki reluctantly got to her feet. Her whole body wobbled as she tried to keep herself up, holding her bokken out in front of her.
In a flash, she down on her ass again with the master swordsman towering over her. Masakado sighed, "Disappointing."
He didn't pull his punches. It hurt. A lot.[/i]
"Huh-GAAAAAH!!!!" Tsubaki screamed out as her consciousness suddenly returned to her. Through rapid, ragged breaths, Tsubaki groaned in pain. "I-it hurts. F-f-fuck..." She clutched Bryan's forearm. "G-g-get me up! They'll get a-w-way!"
She was trembling. Probably shock.
Bryan nodded and pulled Tsubaki's arm over his shoulders. "Here we go," he said, straightening up with her. "Feel any broken ribs?"
Tsubaki winced in pain. It was excruciating, but she couldn't let her squad see her so weak, "Something's broken, that's for sure..." She furrowed her brow. "Leave me, I'll be fine. Go after the Maidens."
Asad sighed in relief, his eyes still searching the area as a huge grin curled his lips. "They're' gone Tsu, down any one of these alleys." He lowered his weapon as he turned to face the woman. "You know, I'm starting to believe half the stories I've heard about these guys."
Bryan nodded. "Oh aye. And that wee blonde lass weren't bad with a rifle, 'neither." He grinned. "I reckon Jun's in love."
"This is no time to be shooting the shi---" Tsubaki's voice was drowned out by a sudden coughing fit, forcing her entire body to quiver. It felt like her insides were on fire. She would have crumpled to the floor if Bryan hadn't been there to keep her on her feet. "F-fuck..."
Bryan's smile faded. "It's a maze out there, Commander. Odds are, we won't find 'em. Best bet's to report and get guards posted on all the gates. They try to leave, we'll be on 'em like a... well, a hound on a fox, yeah?"
"Get back to base. Get healed." Jun stated, his annoyance getting the better of him.
"I'm with O'Lafferty." Asad nodded, smiling at the metaphor. "If Ortega did his job, Sandringham's squad is fucked. That means the Maiden's are on their own again." He scratched the stubble under his chin. "Were they injured? Did you see any of them before they took you out? We know the boy is still banged up and he still managed to land a few shots." Asad smiled as he nodded at his bleeding shoulder.
His expression hardened as his eyes locked on Tsubaki's. "They've nothing to lose Tsu, this ain't about money, or a power play, those kids? That old man? They just want to get outta this city, they want out so bad they can almost taste it." He paused for a moment as he searched the woman's face.
"And you know that now, don't you." It wasn't a question.
Tsubaki met his gaze. Her breathing, while still ragged, was at least consistent now. She frowned, "I do."
She glanced around the area and sighed, "Inform HQ that we lost their trail in downtown and that we are heading back to base. I need to lie down."
Bryan helped Tsubaki into the Crawler's back seat before casting around quickly for her plasma rifle. It was nowhere to be found. He supposed the Maidens must have grabbed it.
"Anyone mind if I drive? I promise I won't total this one."
Asad chuckled softly. "No blonde chick shooting at us now, knock yourself out." the man jumped into the passenger seat, placing a foot on the dashboard. "I still can't believe that Monroe kid landed two shots out the back of a moving van." He crossed his arms across his chest. "I'm impressed."
Bryan got behind the wheel and fired up the engine. "Oh yeah," he said, patting his chest gingerly. "Jammy little ****," he muttered, grinning.
When everyone was in, he backed the Crawler up and turned it around to get back onto the main road.
"So Commander, which one was it that dropped you?"
"Jesus." Asad chuckled as he raised a hand to his forehead. "Listen to us, we sound like they're goddamn fans."
"Don't get me wrong," said Bryan laughing. "I owe that kid a slap round the head when I next see him."
Tsubaki groaned, shifting uncomfortably in her seat as she held her chest. It was hard to breath, "Stop it." She suddenly cut in. "You start talking like that and you make it personal. I can't having any of you hesitating the next time we run into them."
Like I did...
"Don't worry," said Bryan. "That won't be an issue."
Not after they fucking shot you dead...
He didn't say that out loud, though. Instead, he said, "that said, Tsu, taking the girl alive ain't gonna be so easy. Ain't no hostage they've got. She fucken shot at us her own damn self. We try and grab her, she's gonna fight tooth and nail every step o' the way."
"Then that's just another perimeter we have to work around," She shot back. "We have our orders, O'Lafferty." She pinched the space between her eyes. It was hard for her to focus and her vision was getting hazy. "Trust me, I know a thing or two about brainwashing. How do we know she hasn't been indoctrinated by the enemy? You read the reports, the Maidens are known for that."
Asad raised an eyebrow, draping an arm over the back of his seat as he turned to face the woman. "Brainwashing? Really? You don't honestly believe that those kids are brainwashed do you?" Asad shook his head slightly. "I don't care how 'indoctrinated' you think they are, ain't nobody who fights like that unless they really want to." He ran a hand through his hair. "And that makes them dangerous, we corner them without covering our asses and they will destroy us commander, I guarantee it."
"You'd be surprised what it is you truly 'want' when you're under another's influence. You'd do well to remember that. Some people... they get in your mind. You end up confusing their will for your own." She scoffed. "I'm not going to sit here and pretend I know what is going on with the Maribel girl. In the end, it's irrelevant. She'll do whatever it takes to get away from us? Fine. We'll just have to do whatever it takes to bring her in."
She clutched her chest and grit her teeth, "Even if that means we have to take a few more hits, ourselves."
"In the meantime," said Bryan, "the only hit you need to be taking right now is a hit o' prescription strength painkillers. Let's save this argument for later, yeah?"
Tsubaki didn't answer him. She simply slumped back in her seat and held her sides. She'd been fighting it so far, but she really felt she was going to vomit. Then suddenly, the haziness intensified and her eyelids grew heavy. She'd pushed herself too far. Her head rolled to the side and rested on her left shoulder as she lost consciousness.
Some time later, Bryan brought the crawler smoothly into the motorpool and hopped out. Slinging his swords across his back, he walked round to where Tsubaki was still passed out.
"D'aww, she looks like a little, terrifyingly violent angel," he said with a smirk. "Alright, one o' you help me carry her to the infirmary."
"Would it be in bad taste for us to ditch her and go for a drink?" Asad chuckled as he slung Tsubaki's arm over her shoulder.
"Well it's not like she could catch us in that state," said Bryan. "Still, once she's stowed and I've eaten all of the aspirin, then I'll buy."
"Sweet, we should hit the store before we go to the bar, get our 'We heart the Iron Maidens' t-shirts." Asad ruffled Tsubaki's hair as they dragged her across to the infirmary. "Then everyone will be jealous."
Severa moaned in ecstasy as the priest's teeth sunk into her flesh, "FATHER!" She gasped, followed by a fit of giggling. "So, violent!" She took the scalpel and dug it into his chest, right below the collarbone. The sudden pain shocked Florian, allowing Severa to pull her arm away. "You were a good sport." She examined the bite. It was deep. She grinned.
Sitting on his knee, she grabbed his shoulders and laughed, "Time for me to return the favor. Let's see what the Father tastes like." Clutching his shoulders tight, she began licking the wound she'd just made, sticking her tongue into his flesh. With one hand, she dug her fingernails into abdomen and began dragging them down, not quite hard enough to draw blood.
After enjoying his wound, Severa locked eyes with the priest and clutched his belt buckle, "Do you like me?" She was making puppy dog eyes.
"... And sure, having better weapons than your opponent might be a considerable advantage in a firefight; but if the opposition is better trained, well, you might see yourself staring down the barrel of failure."
Mila smiled in amusement. It seemed she had struck a cord.
"... Of the wild untamed wilderness, of daring train robberies and mysterious gunfighters. I guess in a way, The Rock is a New Wild West."
She shrugged, "If only it were so romantic." She chuckled.
Cameron led the group to her room where they sat in a circle on the floor. Soon after, they were passing around a joint. After taking a drag, Cameron passed it along to Ruffles beside her, "So, if you don't mind me asking. What the fuck happened with you and Carlos, Aesop?"
On his way to his room, ready to pass out as soon as he found his bed, Bennie spotted Warren outside Carlos' door. Furrowing his brow, Bennie approached him, "Don't get any funny ideas."
Warren returned his gaze and scowled, "Yeah, fine." He scoffed and shook his head before heading down the hall, towards his room.
Bennie stood their in the hall and watched him as he left.
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