Sara nodded as she took hold of her hand and pulled herself up into the truck. She looked around at the new faces. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what they had been through in their make-shift prisons and she wasn’t about to pretend that she understood. All she could do was offer them any support they needed and as they truck began to travel back she couldn’t help but wonder if she had subconsciously decided to stay and if she had, would Lana be accepting of that desire.
She kept her thoughts to herself whilst they travelled back, noticing that Damien had decided to do his own thing with the men that he had pulled up as his acquaintances when they raided that place. Maybe Lana would be happier having some of her people back home and now she had used Sara’s services, she would just want to see the back of her and she wouldn’t blame her. If she had been in charge of a settlement she would be hesitant about letting anyone stay herself. She let out a sigh and allowed herself to relax momentarily as they journeyed towards their home. At least for tonight she figured she would have somewhere to stay and then maybe she would talk to Lana and perhaps even John tomorrow. Maybe their settlement could benefit from having someone who used to work in law enforcement.
Sara spent a few more minutes looking around at the people in the truck and checked a few of them over, cleaning some of the minor injuries that were visibility to her, just to be useful while Lana conversed with John at the front on the truck. She couldn’t remember how long it took them to get here but she was sure that it would feel like longer going back, especially now that they had so much more on their minds and so much to process. These people had lost loved ones and Lana had lost good people; people she had hoped to be able to save but she found them lacking in numbers and she couldn’t imagine what she must be thinking. She seemed like the kind of woman who wanted vengeance and it wouldn’t surprise her if she decided to come back out here at some point, even if it was to make sure they were all dead.
Damien climbed back into the truck and headed in the opposite direction. With one of Lana's maps in his pack he could navigate his way back to collect on what Lana owed him. In the mean time he had other business to take care of. Michael eventually directed Damien towards the encampment his friends were with. It wasn't long before they arrived at what Michaels former home that was surrounded with Viking period tents. The area was fairly secluded which prevented a lot of the undead from just stumbling through.
When Damien stopped the truck he noticed the camp was in the process of being torn down for relocation. Though everything stopped when they pulled up. Damien was seeing some familiar faces in the camp and a few not so familiar. Most of them were reenactors that like Damien. Thankfully there were others that committed to the role so there were blacksmiths wood workers and even a few farmers among the lot. though only a few knew these trades. The rest were only part time reenactors that only knew how to fight the the various swords, axes and spears that they carried with them around camp. There were some livestock around them mostly pigs, chickens and horses that were already fixed to carts. Damien was almost ecstatic, the concept of Vikings in the apocalypse tickled him.
It was quiet this far out from the resort, but there were still tell-tale sounds coming from that direction; gunfire mostly and a few shouts. She wasn't exactly concerned with an immediate retaliation, tactically it made no sense and they would have a lot of clean up to do, and not to mention they'd have to deal with the undead coming for them within forty klicks of the flare. Not to mention all the noise they were still intent on making. She could hear the whine of a rotary machine gun and assumed the insurrection would be over soon.
When Sara speaks to Lana, she looks and nods at the woman. [b “Agreed. A little rest and getting out of the cold will do everyone good.”] And she was right about the undead. With the truck shut off, the moonlight was the only thing they had as a source of light, so the dead she had called this way could come from anywhere. A slight inconvenience, but one she was aware of when she took the shot. That said, she still didn't want to deal with any runners, but the living were always more of a threat than the dead.
It took a moment, but Damien stood next to the bed of the truck, and when inquired on what to do next, Lana opened her mouth to say something, but it seemed his friend Michael beat her to the punch. A group that has been raiding military outposts and police stations? Sounds familiar. But Lana and her gang didn't eat people, so at least there was a line for them. If these people were as dangerous as Michael seemed to believe, then it would be most auspicious of them to prepare for a fight.
Lana was quiet for a moment longer, chewing on the information. Right now there wasn't much they could do except follow Sara's suggestion. The ex-soldier stands up and hopes over the bed of the truck and on to the ground, holding her hand out to Sara to also hop out. Lana assumed she'd need a ride. She nods to John who begins helping Henry to their jeep, but she stays for a moment longer to address her new acquaintances.
[b “Appreciate the help.”] And she nods her head to Michael. [b “And the information. If you plan on coming back home with us, you're more than welcome. If not, we'll be in touch, I'm sure.”] She did still owe Damien marksmanship lessons after all. She gives them a mock salute in passing as she moves back to her own Jeep, getting in to the passenger's seat. She had thins to think about now, not too much, but enough. She wasn't worried about a fight, they were far away from here, but it might be in their best interest to attack again before they themselves were attacked... And perhaps it was time to look at the 'paradise' that existed in this apocalypse. A safe place with food, water, farming, and uninfected people. A 'fantasy' in this life, but something Lana knew was real. It had to be.
[+red “Somethin' on your mind, boss?”] John asked as he started the engine and began to reverse back on to the road. The corner of her mouth twitches as she looks out the window at the other men.
[b “Something.”] She responds.
Sara's heart rate was a lot higher than normal, with the adrenaline running through her body as though it would never settle again but it reminded her of the old days when she used to work on the street, protecting the innocent from criminals who decided that the law did not apply to them. Though she would never say it aloud, this was what she had been missing these last few years. Perhaps behind alone was not all she had made it up to be because protecting these people gave her a sense of purpose that she had not felt in a long time.
It wasn't too long before John was confirming that their path was clear and she nodded when he told them to get there as quickly as they could, knowing that he wouldn't need a verbal response. Sara climbed into the back of the truck when the last person climbed in and before they knew it they were pulling to a stop near where John had been stationed. Lana seemed to busy herself by looking through her pack now, as if she was looking for something that would finish off the mission. She did say that she planned on making this personal and Sara figured that this would certainly be her way of making it personal. She couldn't help but watch as she pulled out a flare gun and all of the dots connected in her mind, telling her exactly what Lana's plan was. It was something that she would have done herself if these people were as close to her as they seemed to be to Lana.
There was a minute or two of silence before Sara decided to call out. [b "We had better get a move on Lana. We don't know how close the dead are and I think most of us are spent of energy to fight again this evening."]
Damien slowly creeped the truck over fallen logs and rocks as he slowly made his way to more even ground. using a the mounted bull bar he drove over saplings and cleared his own path to the jeep they left at the insertion point. Michael looked at Damien and just laughed as though someone told a joke. when Damien prompted for an explanation Michael said, "you have no clue what kind of pissing match you just started." by that time a loud buzzing could be heard a mile in the distance. "XM134," was Michael's only response.
this unsettled Damien but at the same time he relished in the challenge of a fight. for now they would retreat and the survivors can spill more details and see what's what. when they reached the jeep Damien stopped and killed the engine. in five minutes they would be gone from the area in a hurry. grabbing the homemade SMG Damien stepped out and looked around before standing next to the bed of the truck. "whats next?"
"prepare for a fight," Michael commented. "that was just an outpost for a group thats been hitting military bases and police stations for weapons and ammo. most they have are humvees with mounted weapons. you guys caught them off guard and by now they've corralled anyone who wasn't fast enough to escape."
Calling it 'chaos' would be putting it nicely. All Hell was breaking loose with survivor on survivor mayhem. Bandits shot at the freed prisoners, and even each other when everything became too hectic. They forced each other in to close quarters, so at this point, especially since they probably weren't formally trained, friendly fire was inevitable. But that suited her just fine.
Lana puts a hole in another bandit, and a prisoner who was close-by quickly scoops up the fallen man's gun and begins contributing to the party. It was like a damn work of art when a plan like this worked out the way it did, but she wasn't about to pat herself on the back just yet, they still had to get out of here. However, it seemed Damien and his pals had already divined a means of escape that wasn't on foot, and she eagerly followed behind them, her charge slowing her down with his injured leg. But with very little resistance , they make it to a Chevy, Lana and Henry piling in the back with the giant.
[+red “The path is clear. You guys just get here as fast as you can.”] John responded to Sara's question over the radio. They went back for John as their group sat uncomfortably close to each other in the back of the truck. The second they pulled in and John began hopping in to the truck, Lana hopped out, quickly vaulting in to the bed of the truck with Damian's pack. She begins rummaging through her own pack, looking for the last piece of her mission; making it personal.
Samantha. Quiet and efficient. She didn't like to talk, but when you got her talking about something she liked, it'd be a miracle if she would ever stop. She was quick witted and had a keen eye for detail, and exceptional on supply runs.
Chris was a soft spoken young man who put himself before everyone else. He had a bit of a temper, but he often would just storm off to be with himself when he got mad enough. He had a penchant for stupid jokes, and him and Bran were attached at the hip.
Bran was like an older brother to Chris, but not nearly as soft spoken. His temperament was often obnoxious, but he was a hard worker and good with his hands. When they needed to 'renovate' the farm house, his hand was the first to rise to help. He was the one who taught Lana this valuable lesson she was about to teach the bandits: it didn't matter if someone scuffed your car, messed up your order, or told a little white lie. You were important, you had value, your time always costs money. Something against you, even just an inconvenience, was a slight, and you should always treat it as such or you'll get walked all over. No matter what, you [i make it fucking personal].
[b “That's probably why you were such a fucking hot head.”] Lana whispers to herself as she finally finds what she was looking for: a flare gun. Immediately, she aims it in to the air and fires it, the bright red ball glowing like a comet in the night sky. It went over the trees and then some, lingering in the air before descending slowly towards the ground. It would be seen by the living and the dead, but either way, this holiday resort the bandits called home would now be having an army of the undead descending upon it. Even if they got out, they just lost their home. And Lana would sleep like a baby tonight for it.
Sara took a step back from Lana as she pulled out her pistol to shoot at the lock. It was clear at that point that their presence would be known by now and their only task now was to get out of there alive. She did not hesitate to rush to the aid of those who were trying to make their way out of their make-shift prison. It was clear that their time here had not exactly been easy and many of them sported injuries or were malnourished which meant that they were slow to move at the very beginning but soon enough they were moving.
Lana did not need to say anything for them to know that they were needing to get out of there as soon as possible. The moment that they were out of there the bandits were attempting to stop them but along with Lana, she used her weapons to ensure that the bandits could not get close to them. Damien was already making his way a car with the people that he knew, and Sara was shooting at some of the bandits that had come from behind them while they kept moving forward.
[b “It’s not too far to the van from here. We just need to keep moving. John we are heading you way. Is our path clear out?”] She asked as she continued to run backwards as she aimed her gun at the head of another bandit, taking him out within a matter of seconds. The sound of a car engine caught her attention and when she was confident that there were no more people coming out of the building she turned her head and watched Damien pull off in the car.
A part of her wondered if Damien would be making his way back to the encampment or whether he would simply go back to him farm with his friend now that he got in there and got them out. In fairness, he did not know that they were going to be there, and he had made a deal with Lana and it didn’t seem like he would bail on that deal. Sara looked over to Lana to check her progress at the front and continued to move along with the group.
The world was always ugly. The zombie outbreak just made people show their true colors at first sight instead of months or years down the road. Now more than ever is the world a fight for survival. Any means necessary. You either do what you have to for yourself or for a few loved ones. Although the second one tends to get you killed sooner than later.
Mavis was with two groups. The first one was with people she loves and mixed with her people’s people. Then things got messy. Claims of stealing and he said, she said bullshit. The group split up after one loud argument and glass tossing got them mixed up with the undead and raiders. The second group was more like slavery. Not the best place to be but again the same shit happened. They had three leaders within the year she was there. The last one was greedy and had what was coming to him.
It made escaping and surviving easier with help. For once. The rocker blonde is known as Kittie. Abby is the one with the left full sleeve tattoo. J is the nut of the group, but he’s reliable. Then there’s little Gab. Couldn’t leave a child behind. They drove off in a Chevy Suburban 2006 with a few medical supplies, clothes, and whatever guns and ammo they could get their hands on. Mavis swears she’s somehow related to Kittie but it’s none of her business.
“Why do we only have oats and peanut butter?”
“There’s was a lot left in the storage. Beggars can’t be choosers.”
“This I feel like I’m being forced to do a Keto diet or a diet in general.”
[#af18ae Not everyone can suck a dick and have steak for breakfast. Suck it up buttercup.]
“Hey, I did what I have too. He offered you the job too.”
[#af18ae I’ll starve with everyone else. This is just the worlds latest way of the rich fucking over the poor.] Mavis says looking out the window.
The small group has been on their own for almost a month gathering things and ambushing low lives using Mavis and little Gab. You would think they would send little miss biker because of the clothes she wears, but somehow Mavis was the bait. With a machete in one hand and Gab’s hand in the other they walked along the streets. Everyone had a walkie. It’s radio silence unless someone is in danger. If someone approaches the two baits they need to squeeze the talk button three times, holding it for three seconds each time. Right now, they need to find a place to lay low. After the last ambush Kittie was shot on the leg. Secretly bitten on her shoulder. It wasn’t odd for her to put on a sweater, so no one is assuming anything.
Before it got dark Gab was back in the car. Abby taking the little’s girl place, ready and eagerly dying for some action. A few undead that was easy to take care of, gun free, wasn’t enough for Abby. That was until they heard some commotions. It would be nice of them to help, but there’s no way on telling if anyone of them are good. They hid and watched. Despite Abby being bending down she was jumpy. Mavis had to pull her down a few times to prevent this psycho from joining a fight that has nothing to do with them.
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with everyone collected it was time to get the hell out of Dodge. drawing his shotgun from under his poncho Damien was the first out of the building and into the chaos. some of the bandits were trying to apprehend the escaping survivors while others were exchanging gunfire with the ones that were arming themselves with guns from the dead. heading wide to avoid conflict Damien led the party to the vehicles where Michael poited out his Chevy S10 4x4. Damien remembered it well, he helped pull the v6 and dropped a 350 small block v8 in its its place. the giant clambered in the back as Michael got in the passenger seat.
as Damien was about to get in the drivers seat he felt cold steel at the base of his skull. raising his hands in surrender Damien quickly turned using his forearm to divert the weapon as he positioned himself to grab his attackers wrist and bicep. delivering a kick to the groin and a hammer fist to the back of the head the man dropped to the ground in pain as Damien wrenched the gun from his hands and turned it on him. giving the trigger a squeeze a burst of bullets came flying out of the craft made bullet hose smg. tossing the weapon in the seat Damien climbed in and started the engine before speeding out of the hole in the wall and started to drive up the hill where Lana's other man was but more importantly his pack. getting out and tossing his things in the bed of the truck Damien looked at the man who stayed behind and said, "we're getting out of here, need a lift?"
The first thing she noticed was the smell. It was a raw and putrid stench, something she hadn't smelled since her time with the military. Living smells; it was an unmistakably human smell and it brought back some long forgotten and unpleasant memories. Lana just shakes her head at herself, bringing her back to the present as her and Damien move through the pool house.
Damien made quick work of the two bandits that were standing watch, and upon their deaths, she could see the other prisoners getting restless, hope shining through the muck and mire they were forced to wallow in. But Lana simply regarded them with a cold gaze, searching their faces for familiar ones. It seemed her companion was doing the same thing and had much more luck than she did. As she moved through the pool area, many of the prisoners bracing against the cages and begging for her to release them, one of the faces that comes through was one she recognized. [i Henry.]
She approaches the pen, and once she gets closer, he finally recognizes her. “Boss!” He says, moving to the front of the crowd, gripping the chain links of their prison. Despite only being here for two days, she could see the difference. He was paler, eyes sunken a little bit, and he had a slightly more faraway look in his eye. Not to mention the scratches, bruises, and gashes he no doubt received from the bandits. And even though he looked like shit, Lana couldn't help the corner of her mouth quirking up a bit.
[b “Kept you waiting, huh?”] She says and takes a step back, unholstering her pistol. She was soon joined by Sara who asked if her people were here. She hums and nods in response, pointing the gun at the lock and blasts it open. At this point there was no need to be quiet, the prisoners escaping would alert everyone anyways, and the bandits would be more interested in that.
Henry stumbles out of the pen, his would-be roommates all fleeing the second they could and funnelled out of the room. Lana takes one of his arms and motions for Sara to assist them until he got his bearings; one of his legs looked particularly beaten. “They killed Chris and Bran.” He told her and she frowned. “Samantha, they...”
Lana could divine what Samantha's fate was. [b “Its alright.”] Lana told him as they moved towards the exit. She could hear shouting and little snippets of gunfire coming from the outside. It looked like causing a little chaos did the trick; getting out of here with a gaggle of people would be easier now and they could start shooting too.
Placing her jacket on to Henry's shoulders she looks from Sara, Damien, and his two friends. It was time for them to leave and she nods her head at the door, leading them back out in to the night, chambering a round in to the first bandit that came their way.
Sara analysed the path towards the building to calculate how long it would take her to get there and knowing that it was clear made things a lot easier. She smiled and looked over towards John who was grinning. There was that gleam in his eye again that told her that there was still some humour in him even though the world around them was far from funny. Sara took one last look around before allowed her eyes to rest on John again.
[b “I have every confidence that you can handle the radio. Alright I will go in after them and support in any way I can.”] With that she took a step out and alerting Lana and Damien to the fact that she was about to make her way into the building so that they expected her and didn’t accidentally shoot her.
She silently made her way through the building trying to ignore the stench as she did but found it far too quiet. Perhaps Lana and Damien had taken everyone out or perhaps there were not as many people here as there expected but as she started to approach where Lana and Damien were she noticed two men creeping towards them where Damien stood with two men. She could only assume that they were people Damien knew. Sara allowed her rifle to fall to her side and she pulled out two knifes, one on each hand and started to pick up pace as she made her way towards them, hoping she could reach them before they reached Damien. Luckily she was small and swift and that meant that she had managed to make it without being detected.
As soon as she was near enough she she angled the knives in her hand and pushed them both into the skulls of both men at the same time. Sara had learnt to aim for the brain a long time ago. That way it meant the threat wouldn’t come back to bite you. Quite literally. She had to use all of her force to pull the knives back out but when she did the two men fell to the floor. She looked up and smiled towards Damien and looked around the room for Lana.
[b “Are your people here?”] She asked as she neared her.
When they had reached the building that housed the prisoners Damien readied his knife and ax before moving through the door. turns out it was an indoor pool complete with saunas and hot tubs. though it wasnt a luxurious sight considering the pool had been drained and chain link barriers stood in the bottom creating pens that housed the prisoners with enough room for a path to the shallow end where the built in steps were used to get in and out. Damien noticed old F.E.M.A. crates and put two and two together as to why the pool was like this. it was used as a quarantine zone untill someone took over the place. two guards lazily patrolled the pool, one of whom was standing infront of Damien with his back turned.
Taking the opportunity Damien sheathed his knife as he approached. wrapping his arm around the mans neck, Damien reared back and threw his ax at the man who bore witness to their presence. the ax planted itself into the chest of the unrestrained man as Damien started to make shushing sounds as the man in his grasp fought against Damiens arm to no avail. using his other hand Damien grabbed the back of the mans head, turning it to one side as he forced the man on his knees. the man now proceeded to beg and plead for his life only to be cut off in the middle of a sob as Damien pulled his arms away violently causing the mans head to rotate with a sharp crack before falling limp.
standing at the edge of the pool Damien spoke in a heavy accent, "Einnhverr kykr hugr?" [i any living spirits?] the question caused two men to stand up and move to the gate of their pen. one was the man Damien saw before while the other was hulking over the mans tiny figure. grabbing keys off one of the dead guards he dropped into the pool and unlocked the gates of the pens. as twenty or so people flooded out Damien was met with the two men both of whom hugged him in joy and disbelief. "Michael, Boris....you two look like shit..." Damien commented seeing how scrawny the two were. Boris had been a competitive weight lifter and usualy weighed the same as damien despite Boris being a literal giant standing seven feet and six inches as opposed to Damiens six foot two.
"you'd look like shit too if you didnt eat for a week. some of us belive they've been feeding us the people who drop dead on the chain gang, every now and then there's a horrible smell and that night we get fresh meat. the ones who've been here the longest have the shakes." the smallest of the three explained. they needed out of here now. this gave Damien chills knowing cannibalism was going on here. as they made their way to the exit and stood by it to wait for Lana. Damien handed the two men his ax and knife, he could handle himself in hand-to-hand and still had two firearms if he needed them.
She was just about to move to a new piece of cover when she heard her name. She turns to find Damien had decided to join her. It was hard not to feel a little delighted that he decided to join her in this this little side op of hers. Although, saying that, she didn't let it show that she was pleased. She just regards him with her cool gaze before looking back to the precariously placed crates and barrels a few meters away that she was going to move up to.
There were a few bandits lazily roaming the resort grounds, probably more as a formality than as actual guards. They had a variety of weapons at their disposal, but nothing the two couldn't handle if they kept quiet. And from what she could gleam from how they held their weapons and mannerisms, they were 'apocalyptically trained'; becoming familiar with weapons and tactics because it was necessary rather than receiving formal training. That would work to their advantage as well, they just would need to make all hell break loose.
As Damien pokes his head out, Lana leans forward to peak as well, again taking note of the locations of the bandits roaming the ground. If they were patient, they could probably make it to the building they were holding the prisoners, and with the darkness and rain, it would make it that much easier. But the light from the building would make it easier for them to be spotted. Obviously the front door wasn't an option, they'd have to look for a window or a side door, somewhere with less light.
[b “We go in and free everyone.”] Lana says and then looks back at Damien. [b “Then we make our exit in the chaos.”] And obviously the 'kill everyone who gets in our way' went without saying. The hard part was getting in without being seen, killing people and being loud was easy. But she assumed they could manage.
Lana picks up the gun from the bandit she killed, a police issued rifle, and straps it to herself. She then turns back, waits a moment and then quickly moves to the crates and barrels, getting closer to their destination.
John kept his mouth shut when Lana made the decision to go in. He should've known that was her plan all along; have him here as her eyes and these people as back up just in case. They were supposed to go in, look, and leave. Then they'd come back with more firepower or with something to negotiate with. It seemed like Lana was keen on making this personal. She had a strange philosophy about that, apparently even before the end of the world.
So when Damien had left as well, he looked to Sara, obviously as lost as she was. This was going to hell in a hand-basket. However, he quickly goes back to looking through his scope when Sara comments on something, turning just in time to see Lana kill one of the bandits. Goddammit. It was definitely personal.
[+red “Well, the best option for me at least would be to keep watch and keep everyone updated on enemy movements. What you do is your call, really.”] John says as he watches Lana and Damien move from two cars to a pile of boxes and barrels. He quickly takes his eye off the scope to survey the entirety of the grounds before sweeping with the scope again. [+red “You're clear to the building. Keep an eye on your three o'clock.”] He says in to the radio. He sees Lana nod, obviously getting in through her ear piece before moving further in towards the targeted building.
[+red “I would say go offer them support. There's no telling what shape our guys are in on the inside, so they might need all the help they can get.”] John tells her. [+red “Besides, I think I can handle talking over the radio myself.”] He grins.
The moment she heard Lana’s voice on the radio she looked from Damien to John. This was just supposed to be them staking out the place but apparently she had seen all she needed to change the focus of her mission. She guessed that she was warned though, Lana had said she would make this personal if the situation required it. She narrowed her eyes as Damien started to move in as well, obviously using the opportunity to go after whoever the man with the tattoo was.
Sara looked up at John with a questioning look. They had two options, they could go after them and offer them back up that way, or they could keep eyes on the outside for them so that they didn’t run into any trouble on this side of things but this was no her mission so it was not her responsibility to decide. She allowed her rifle to rest on her shoulder for a minute and turned to John who was her superior in this situation, or at least that is how she saw it.
[b “Your call boss, do we go after them or stay here and offer them cover on the outside?”] the rain was falling hard still and the two of them stood there drenched through in the darkness of the forest, offering very little protection from the downpour. However, Sara had always enjoyed the rain so she was not overly affected by the fact that they were exposed to the weather. Sara bit the inside of her lip to stop herself from looking at a soaked John for too long and pulled her gaze back towards the building that Lana had Damien were now moving towards, just in time to catch Lana’s sneak attack on one of their men. She nodded with an impresses laugh. [b “I shouldn’t be surprised really.”]
Damien breathed out slowly as he collected himself and kept observing the hotel. that is untill he noticed Lana moving in. "what happened to reconnaissance mission?" he grumbled to himself." after she dropped a man Damien knew he now had to act to get his buddy out. if not security will only double if he has to go in later. pulling the bayonet from his rifle he left it along with his pack, only taking his ax, bayonet, and the two firearms strapped to his legs. moving slow and crouched Damien moved closer to the compound anytime a flashlight would wander his way he would drop behind what cover was available. pressing to the wall he checked the chamber of his 1911 before reholstering it and moving in.
Damien aproached the vehicles cautiously to see Lana over a dead body. "Lana.." he whispered to let her know he was behind her. he didn't care to bite it like this guy. rolling the body of the man closer to a car he began stuffing it under to conceal their presence for the time being. "i told you, as long as i get to see some violence i'm in. don't expect me to stay up there while you get to have fun." he said as he poked his head up to look for any nearby threats. "this is your show, whats the plan?"
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