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Post by Eric on Oct 21, 2012 12:56:06 GMT -6
Eric looked up expecting to see the spy still a few feet away, but she was met with the barrel of a revolver. She smiled at him, looking more tired and strained then humorous. “Well, that’s a pretty good question,” her voice was shaky as she spoke, despite the effort she put in the keep herself steady, “And frankly, I can’t think of a very good answer aside from: if you leave me alive I’ll have to walk back to my base, which would be a pretty shitty walk. So, truth be told, I don’t give a fuck either way.”
She paused to laugh, her grin taking on a more mischievous look, “Not to mention, you’re still alive, so either way, you’re gonna have to go back to your base with that big ass bruise on your head. So really, I’m pretty satisfied.”
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 21, 2012 15:18:52 GMT -6
He was clearly unamused at her answer, because at that point she had gotten what she wanted out of the situation. How unsatisfying. The best he could do to make things more miserable for her at this point was put her through the horrible process of respawn, which certainly would be much worse than limping back to base with a few cuts and a bullet wound.
“Fair enough.” Zacharie responded coldly. He pulled the trigger on his revolver a second time, aiming for her head.
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Post by Eric on Oct 21, 2012 15:41:00 GMT -6
She continued grinning at him, even as the revolver fired, and she slumped forward in a bloody heap on the ground. Well, that could have gone better. Of course, in situations where dying is involved, it's usually a given that there's room for improvement. At least Eric had managed to leave a dent in the spies pretty-boy face, and hopefully his ego as well. That mostly made up for having to die. Mostly. Of course, nothing much could be done now, aside from waiting and enduring.
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 21, 2012 16:33:27 GMT -6
With that he holstered his revolver and put his knife away, not giving her body a second glance as he adjusted his coat and tie. It was nice to be able to get back at her for once, but the whole situation left a bad taste in his mouth. He could move forward and take the BLU intelligence just to have something to bring back with him for the trouble. If he was going to get socked in the face with a baseball, he was going to have something to show for it.
But as he turned to continue towards BLU’s base pain suddenly rushed to his head again. Damn, that stupid ball triggered a headache. He hoped it wouldn’t escalate into a migraine but the signs where already beginning to show. When he attempted to look through his right eye everything was blurred and way too bright. Damn it. He sighed and squinted a bit more. Perhaps it would have to wait.
He turned back towards RED’s base, he decided it would be best to maybe find a first aid kit and hide in his room for the night. That is if anyone didn’t immediately notice the dark bruise starting to form over his eye.
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