"Cover me, placing charge."
Scorch approached the door, and took out some thermal tape, sticking it around the edges of the door, when suddenly it opened.
"Six-two?"
"Hey Fixer, how did you open the door?"
Fixer looked at Scorch for a moment, crossing his arms.
"Alright, stupid question. Where to?"
Scorch stood aside to let Fixer out of the cell, and gave him a blaster he had picked up from a droid.
"Last I heard, Three-Eight was making his way to the main generator."
[color=cc1100]"We need weapons, these things are worse than throwing rocks."[/color]
"Sev is right. I'm running low on ammo myself."
"Then let's move, this way!"
Fixer took point, and lead the three surely.
"So how long did it take you to crack the terminal?"
[color=cc1100]"Do you even have to ask?"[/color]
"You managed to not kill anything in a couple of weeks, I have no idea what's changed!"
"Cut the chatter deltas!"