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Anson shoulders fall in relief upon seeing his old friend, feeling even more reassured when he sees Aurora and Eli doing fine. "Yes, it's good to see you too. I hope that reward compensates us for all the troubles we've been through because I can tell you that my whole crew deserves a long vacation, somewhere less deadly this time."
Anson sighs in relief that this situation turned out for the best. He then turns around to see the source of the voice, thinking it sounds somewhat familiar.
Anson has no idea what to do or where all these men in tactical gear came from or what happened to Fred. He leaves the situation to Aeryl, waiting to see if she would respond to Kamo considering she has all the guns when the shot rings out and Fineline flinches. He whispers hastily, checking who was the one that made the shot. "Aeryl, what's your plan? I don't want to risk my crew or Kamo having those explosives so I hope you either have a good plan or your friends are a good shot."
Anson was getting ready to comply when Aeryl stepped out, surprising him as well. He quickly looks back and readies his weapon in case Kamo reacts violently.
Anson pauses, not sure how to answer that, before saying, "Some person named Fred. Why?"
Anson resists the urge to look back, trusting Aeryl to take care of herself. He looks up into the stairwell. "What now, Kamo?"
Anson nods at Aeryl, keeping his voice low. "Go. Try and accomplish your mission. I don't know what's in that case but you on your own is better than staying here and being captured." Anson hides the gun he's holding into the back of his pants as he goes forward.
Anson is too busy glaring at Kamo's direction and worried for his crew to be worried about Fred, the man succeeding in yanking the mysterious case away from his hands.
"Fred, are we rushing forward or not? Is there something waiting for us ahead? The people upstairs sounds like they're coming after us." Anson looks back at the sounds, waiting for Fred or Aeryl to give an answer, gripping his gun tightly.
Anson doesn't recognize the voice and continues to follow behind the other if they decide to continue moving.
"Scrap it all, some warning would have been nice," Anson swears before urging Aurora and Aeryl to move in front of him, taking the last position to cover them.
"Where were we headed to anyway?" Anson looks behind his shoulder to check if their escape route was clear. "I'd rather avoid a confrontation."
"Not friendly, I'm supposing?" Anson raises his gun to chest level, wary. "No other way around?"
Anson looks above him before turning back to Fred. "So is Windlu upstairs? Because I think I hear footsteps."
"Is there something wrong?" Anson asks after a moment. "Is there anything up this stairwell?" He looks up at the conduits above him, a frown on his face.
"I don't trust any of them, frankly," Anson whispers back as they walk. "Aeryl, if you have a plan, I'd be willing to follow it. However, Boone is still missing and Windlu possibly knows what happened to him and has more information on the situation. Speaking of which," his voice becomes louder as he addresses Fred, "What happened anyway? Did someone attack?"
We'll enjoy watching him squirm. It's a good thing anyway because I've been otherwise occupied the past few weeks and only recently been able to take a breather.
Anson nods in agreement. "You lead the way. Let's hurry."
"I'm guessing it wasn't like this before. You know anything about this? Do we need to take a detour?" Anson's mind thinks about those vents that wounded man went through earlier.
"Boone might be in trouble," Anson mutters upon hearing the alarm. He trusts Aeryl's judgement and nods to the men. "Alright, let's go." He waits to see if the goons will be leading them to Windu or anywhere else, hoping Boone can take care of himself for the moment.
"Aeryl?" Anson says, leaving the decision up to her. She knows more about the Syndicates than he does. He thanks Aurora for her healing before asking her, "Could you check the room? You might be able to find traces of Boone." She's also the one who hid the package in the first place.
A little late, but congratulations on that! Another apology for the long silence, some internet and personal troubles.
Anson looks to be in a state of physical pain, the stunbolt's near miss opening him up for a direct hit from that autopistol that staggered him. He coughed, looking up at the grinning man. "I suppose you're from the Syndicate?" Before the man could answer, Fineline grimaces, holding his hand to where he was shot, feeling unsteady on his feet. "Aurora, some help please."
"Get on the floor and don't do anything rash, your friend at the back needs to drop his weapon."
When it's Anson's turn, he snaps back into attention and brings the gun he grabbed up, not knowing its exact specs but trusting it'll do the job as he fires at the other goon.
Anson already has their weapon out but is still caught off-guard by the sudden appearance of the third man, flinching at the loud spray of gunfire and falling ceiling pieces.
Sorry for the long silence! I've been sick but I'm getting better now.
Anson tenses, keeping his pistol aimed at the two men. The whole reason he's involved in this mess is to keep Aurora's promise and for Georg's legal defense. And he has no expertise with law except with speeding violations. He asks his companions on how to proceed, not noticing the third man approaching them. "Aeryl? Aurora? Your opinions?"
"You know who we are but whose goons would you happen to be? Kamo's?"
Anson tsks and takes out the pistol he took from the wounded man earlier, pointing it at one of the goons. "Stop or I'll shoot!"
"Alright. And I don't think either of the two inside have captured Boone or know about it otherwise they wouldn't still be searching. Let's head to the infirmary and keep a low profile for now."
Anson quietly moves away and regroups with the party at a distance. "No doubt looking for that package. I didn't see signs of a fight so it seems Boone got here before them. At least I hope he did. The only question is where he is now. Blindly searching for him won't help and he didn't show up at our designated area. Where do you think we should go next?"
"Not a good sign," Anson says, glancing at the cleaning robot before stepping over it to get inside their door.
"Let's go find Boone first," Anson suggests, heading back to their room if the others don't pose an argument against it.
Anson speaks to the others, "I don't think we can fit in the same elevator car as them, but they should be headed to the infirmary. I suggest we go back to our room to check on Boone before heading there."
"Boone won't know where we went," Anson replies. "But I'm getting worried that he's taking so long. Perhaps we should go to him instead."
Anson looks among his comrades, trying to decide what to do next. Things have become a lot trickier and Eli still hadn't returned. He continues to wait until things become less crowded, hoping Boone will show up any time.
Anson stays beside Aurora, body angled away to hide the snub pistol in his hand that he took from the first man. He addresses the staff member wearing the livery of the casino. "Can you contact anyone on your communications pack?"
Anson looks up at the maintenance hatch, wary of whatever made that noise. He pauses to see if anyone else would explain the situation to the casino staff before telling her himself, not taking his eyes off the access tunnel. "This man came out armed and wounded from the maintenance hatch. That doctor over there tried to help him but got shot for her troubles before the man was disarmed."
"Or it could get us to whatever wounded him."
Anson moves over next to the Aurora to make sure she's okay and so the wounded man doesn't get the better of the doctor again. He takes the man's weapon for himself, calmly keeping it on his person as he looks around, wary of the situation and watching the other bystander that was involved.
Anson's hold on the wounded man is broken but with the bystander distracting him, Anson is able to go for another hold. "Calm down!"
Anson dashes for the wounded man when he raises his gun, unable to stop him before he shot Aurora. He glances for the well-dressed man's movements before he engages the wounded man in a grapple, aiming to stop his movements and remove his weapon.
Anson responds by edging his way closer between the well-dressed man and the wounded man, acting like he wanted to take a closer look. He trusted Aurora to take care of herself and looked at where the well-dressed man's hands were, gaze searching for weapons.
Anson glances at the maintenance hatch, wary if anything will follow the man, but he keeps close and lets Aurora handle the situation, tensing himself to intervene if that gun goes back up.
Anson tenses, not interfering just yet but ready to jump in and smack away the hand gun, merging with the nervous crowd.
Anson stands and walks nearby where Aurora and the figure are, not moving to obviously assist, but to provide some protection.
Hearing about the shuttle service being stopped, Anson glances at Aeryl and Aurora out of the corner of his eye. Another confirmation of their troubles. |