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Added 2024-01-06 19:54:21 +0000 UTCVan pursues someone close to Captain Aldous Hargrave. As usual, his stealth abilities are unmatched in his field.
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Then his weapon choked on an empty chamber, and the clank of the bolt riding home was almost as apparent as Kirik’s “aww, shit.”
That was Van’s cue to reload his handgun- 11mm be damned, socks were better than barefoot when you were otherwise naked. As Kirik reached for his own spare mag, Syrit went full ape, pounding her newfound hammerfists into the floor while bark-bellowing, splattering and shedding vermillion arissiyan blood and yellow-green sludge. The Canine noted the smell- ammonia, geoengineering fertilizer, cat piss. Basic, it growled to itself, taking a note.
“DEAAAATH!” Syrit came roaring in. Kirik was trying to make his new mag hinge in, but he was fumbling under pressure. His live ending inch by inch, Kirik’s eyes darted sideways, and caught sight of Van in cover beneath the tree.
“SYRIT, HE’S OVER THERE, KILL HIM!” Kirik yelled, pointing frantically with the corner of his magazine. Despite everything, bunion-Syrit paused in her tracks, and rotated her head like like the turret of a tank to Van’s position.
Obviously the smart one, the Canine said, scanning Syrit for weaknesses in her outward integrity that a pistol might be able to hurt- nothing other than the holes already blown in her.
“YOU RUINED YOUR MOMENTUM LADY, YOU SHOULD KILL HIM INSTEAD!” Van tried, getting ready to move anyway.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” Kirik yelled. “YOU ASSHOLE!” As he rammed his mag home and racked the charging handle, Syrit sprung off her block like a linebacker toward Van.
Of course they’d gang up on me, Van said, manuevering to get Syrit between him and Kirik’s line of fire. They’re unreasonable like that.
