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Post by Adalura on Jan 14, 2016 4:13:49 GMT -5
Rio's breath had started to slow down. Adrenalin faded and made way instead for the burning sensation coursing through her body. Even moving her good arm at this point put the Lion in quite a bit of pain. Since taking refuge in the abandoned building, she'd managed to at least tear off a piece of her poncho and tie it around her shoulder. The bleeding hadn't stopped, but it slowed down significantly. Had she been prepared for a potential firefight, her usual pack would have had medical foams and painkillers in it. The extra 30 pound pack hadn't struck the marksman as appealing when she left for what was expected to be a routine trade however. Regret had been compounding every step of the way.
The sound of her worst fears crashing through the window three stories up however- added quite a ball in her throat.
Rio immediately looked up, ears perking under the hood of her cloak and focusing on the sound of the impact. It was definitely him, coming through the window like a four hundred pound wrecking ball. His subtlety was novice, but she expected men raised to be that size cared nothing about discretion. There was a gamble to be had now, would he search the building or would he assume she made an exit and take to the streets? She was smart, too smart to hope for the best outcome. If the policeman pursuing her had any wits he'd know that if Rio made it to the streets, she'd disappear. That only left the idea of searching the building. She couldn't run if he found her here, that didn't leave her with many options.
Groaning, Rio pulled out her revolver and checked to make sure it was full. Satisfactorily nodding at the high caliber firearm, she stuffed it away behind her hips, straining to loosen and take off her rifle before reloading it. She had precious time left before an inevitable confrontation, it was best to make what of it she could. Dying in a place like this wasn't on her agenda. Not for these people, not for a cause like this.
"Alright you fucks..let's see if you've got armor on the skull too."
Keeping her rifle in one hand, the Lion struggled up, making her way outside the door that seemed to almost vibrate in her grip for a moment. This building had potentially been abandoned for good reason. The slums weren't famous for quality construction, and the ground beneath most buildings was even less credible as it was. The gorilla upstairs crashing through walls and windows alike had shown her just how fragile the rotted wooden floors she stood on actually were. If this whole place came down, there would be no way out.
Rio staggered her way through the rustic hallway. It appeared to be some form of flat at one point, who could afford an apartment spanning more than two bedrooms was beyond her- but the appeal obviously didn't last long with a closed down building. Still, at the end of the apartment, by a window far too high to jump out, there was a separated kitchen hidden behind several large pillars. Aesthetic design maybe? It hardly mattered. The lion pulled out her empty rifle magizine, aiming at another nearby window and breaking it with the makeshift projectile before laying down behind the pillar and aiming down the hallway. Once the male came, and she was sure he would, she would fire. All six shots were made for him, and she'd be aiming straight for the head. It was a shame, really, not knowing the second bullet was about to jam in the chamber..
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Post by UrielIscariot on Jan 19, 2016 6:35:51 GMT -5
Uriel continued barreling though the building, making his way through doors and caring little about the damage he was causing to an obviously abandoned building. He needed to find that sniper and cave their head in for what they'd done. Well...Uriel might not go that far, but he'd certainly get a couple good blows in before hauling them back to the site and throwing them in the prisoner transport van.
He'd made it to the next stairwell down to the next floor, but once he'd gotten to the bottom of the stairs, he stopped dead in his tracks. A shot echoed out through the deteriorating hallway and old thin walls, coming from the floor he was on and he looked out to spot that one of the apartment doors was ajar. His brow furrowed and his heartbeat ticked faster as he felt his hunt coming to a close. He charged for the doorway, having no intention of stopping as he brought his arms up in front of his chest and head.
The heavy steps he took could be likened to a freight train as he slammed through the door, tearing it right off its hinges and sending it hurling to the ground a few meters in front of him. His heavy foot crushed it underneath as he continued forward, feeling a bullet slam into the metal bracer on his arm. He was being shot at and they were aiming for his head. He grit his teeth, unable to see the criminal and instead opting to charge forward with his arms continuing to protect his head. He did see the top of the pillar ahead of him as he neared it and assumed the person was probably using it as cover, something that he planned to remove and take the person down all in one sweep.
Uriel closed his eyes and let out a short and hearty roar as he slammed into the column and broke through it, the bottom half tearing out of the floor and impacting the wall behind it while most of the top broke off and fell down to the floor in its place. He separated his arms and looked around, trying to identify the gunman with obvious anger on his face. That was until he spotted the red-head on the ground, dressed in her cloak and her weapons visible.
"A kid?!..."
His look of anger turned to one of confusion as he tried to come to terms with the issue. His opportunity didn't last long however as he heard heavy creaking above him. It stopped for a moment before he saw the roof crack and start to give way, no doubt the column was load-bearing.
"Hell."
He reached out to Rio, grabbing her by the back of her cloak and throwing her to the floor right next to the wall of the hallway he had previously passed through. He dove after her just as the ceiling collapsed behind him, a chain reaction as the vibrations and destabilization caused the failure to spread. The entrance to the apartment was soon sealed by falling debris as the whole corner of the building seemed to be coming down around them. Once things seemed to have settled, Uriel looked up, seeing that it was now completely dark. His plan seemed to have at least saved himself, the walls of the narrower hallway holding strong enough to support a pocket within the collapsed area of the building...though he couldn't see if Rio was still there or not as of yet.
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Post by Adalura on Jan 19, 2016 7:04:59 GMT -5
"Are you fucking KIDDING ME"
The anger on the visage of the marksman was as clear as day the moment her gun jammed. She didn't need to see anything, the moment she felt the slide of her rifle cease mid-injection she knew what had happened. She cursed the semi-automatic, thinking in the split seconds she had how much better today could have been if she'd brought a higher caliber bolt action rifle instead of a scout semi auto. There was no helping that now however, her choices brought consequences and now she'd have to live with them.
Even knowing there was nothing else to do, Rio stood, searching desperately in her few seconds to find another exit. Of course, nothing arose. She drew her pistol, the only one she could reach in time- attempting to fire a few 9mm projectiles into the mass of armor and anger that made his way towards her. She'd only gotten off one shot, maybe two before he crashed through the load-bearing pillar and decimated her hiding spot. Rio let out a painful cry as she was knocked back, slamming into the ground and rolling several feet back before settling on her stomach- the hood of her cloak flung back to reveal the young Lioness desperately struggling to pull herself back up.
What happened next was a bit of a blur. Rio tried to look up to the man who had just body checked her, vivid gold and ice but iris' fixated on the man with so much anger of his own plastered on his face. Vendetta, was it? That certainly explained the tenacity. The ceiling and floors began to shake, the damage Uriel had done now finally mounting on the withered bones of the building they'd taken their combat to. Everything was dizzy to the marksman now, a concussion was certainly on the table along with several other potential injuries- and she didn't have the strength to make it to a window, let alone jump and make it to another building.
Despite that, she felt herself flying, however briefly, landing square against a wall just as the building began to collapse on top of them. A heavy presence landed on her first, though it had surprisingly little weight behind it even after the deafening sound of a building collapsing followed it. She had wondered if she blacked out for a few minutes. After coming to, the world around her was dark. Rio focused on her hawk eye first, finding the mistake in that quickly and instead relying on the low-light adaptability of her organic eye. She saw the outline of a body atop her- circumstances considered it was likely the very same one who'd brought the building down in the first place. Hopefully he didn't expect some form of thank you after causing the collapse in the first place.
"Had to keep following, huh. Had to be a fucking magix user..and one immune to kinetics no less."
A small snicker graced the Lion's face for just a moment, not that either of them could see it. Today was like fate making fun of the young woman, turning everything that could have gone wrong against her from the moment she woke up until now. The marksman sighed, coughing several times as her sore, busted ribs warned her of any sudden movements. She opened her eyes in the darkness, the only thing visible between them being the dull blue glow of Riona's hawk eye as it scanned what little of the male it could see.
"So, do I get saved here to get beaten the rest of the way to death in police custody? I'm not sure why you're covering me, that look you had earlier suggested you wanted that job yourself."
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Post by UrielIscariot on Jan 19, 2016 7:44:58 GMT -5
Uriel let out a hard sigh, nearly tinted with a groan as he pulled his upper body back upright and rested his weight on a foot and a knee. He looked around for a little, trying to get his bearings and figure out their situation. Ever the soldier, he wasted little time doing nothing. There were a couple of cracks that allowed a little light to come through, but it was essentially dark and fortunately quiet...for a moment. Not a few seconds later did Rio's voice cut through the air break the silence, grating on his nerves right off the bat and making it sound as though he was somehow the badguy in this situation. He activated his ARScanner and looked down, the available light enough for its nightvision capability to enhance and allow him to see with one eye as the scanner also highlighted Rio's outline and showed her much more visibly.
"You're lucky you're not pointing a gun at me or I'd at least get a few in."
He might have been angry, but that didn't mean his ethical compass would be thrown away. For him, the only time when striking a woman is ever an option is when she is putting his own or someone else's life in danger. He looked around and saw that there was debris essentially everywhere, trapping them in to the hallway where they had landed. Stuck in a collapsed building in the slums, Uriel was pretty certain that his NUIP wouldn't be able to connect to the Novus network from where he currently was and a quick check indeed confirmed that.
"Great..."
He sighed and stood up, walking over to the debris that blocked both sides of the doorway he'd broken through that led out of the apartment. He wouldn't touch the other side for fear of the whole part of the building coming to the ground, so he'd have to get the doorway cleared before he could get the two of them out of there. He looked back for a moment, his anger and irritation surfacing again as his uncovered eye could see the dim blue glow of her artificial one in the darkness.
"Damn it. You're a kid! You shot two unarmed police! What the hell is the matter with you!?"
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Post by Adalura on Jan 20, 2016 1:25:15 GMT -5
Rio grimaced in the dark as she tried to sit herself up against a half-shattered wall that had somehow survived the collapse around them. She couldn't hold back the sounds of anguish as every breath came out shaky- the events of the day catching up with her fast. Still, sitting motionless felt like heaven- giving the redhead some much needed time to compose herself and catch long lost breath. The male had survived the crash, unfortunately, and paced around the nearly pitch black room looking for an exit of some sort. At least, that's what she suspected.
The marksman on the other hand, was content catching her breath in the moment. Her rifle had disappeared in the chaos of the collapsing building. At least, she couldn't see it. Rio suspected her pistol had suffered the same fate, leaving her with a revolver she frankly questioned her ability to even use right now. Normally, she fired it with her robotic arm to absorb the recoil, but she definitely felt some damages in it. Her target sync definitely wasn't working, and taking pot shots in the dark wasn't to her benefit when she only had six shots to work with. The bullets were a higher caliber, sure, but was there any guarantee they'd even work on the monster in front of her? 'No' would also coincide with 'death', a heavy decision to make when she was already in a beaten up condition.
"You sound disappointed."
Though admittedly, Rio was surprised she hadn't been wailed on already. The anger in the male was apparent, even with the low visibility. Justly so, she figured. He probably hadn't realized she was shooting to immobilize, and it likely didn't matter. She wasn't in here to pitch her rationality to an officer from the upper class. This was a huge deal- and their lack of preparation was their own fault.
"You knew what this was. How, I don't know. Why any of you would come without armor is beyond me. Blame me for the shots, but don't put your lack of preparation on my shoulders."
Rio scoffed, the comment about being a kid got to her, and it was obvious in the venom she spat at the officer. Did they expect a 'kid' to be put in a world like this and turn out to be a sparkling citizen? This place was a pit, and it swallowed whatever went in. Few escaped, and most came out tainted by the dark. Drugs, gambling, crime, the slums were established in sin and maintained no differently. Maybe she thought into it too much, but the implication that 'kids' in the slums should be making something of themselves seemed to downplay just how bad it could get when there was nobody else around.
"Sorry, old man. Days 'a sellin lemonade on the street outside my house are over. I don't know what you expect people down here to be doing to make a living- but the job prospects as a sixteen year old orphan don't look very promising."
Adjusting in place, Rio let out another deep exhale. Her breathing was still a bit labored, but more under control than it had been before. She continued to sit idly, watching the male pace around the room- searching for some form of exit. She considered her options, and they weren't looking very good. He had a plasma weapon of some sort- unlikely to use in a space like this in case he set the rubble on fire. At the same time, Rio's bullet could ricochet in any number of directions. That left physical altercations. She had a knife and a stun baton, both likely useless against that brute strength. Having successfully come to the conclusion that there were no good options to take for now- she leaned a tired head against the wall, closing both eyes as the dim blue glow giving away her location faded into darkness.
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Post by UrielIscariot on Jan 21, 2016 5:30:13 GMT -5
Uriel sighed as he continued to trace his fingertips over some parts of the debris in front of him, making sure that it was stable enough that it wouldn't give way on them and cause anything else to collapse on top of them. He looked back at her as she tried to justify her actions in the situation back at the raid, something Uriel didn't take kindly to all things considered.
"I have every reason to blame you for everything that you did. It was your choice to target unarmored detectives who were not part of the raid force. It was your choice to pull the trigger."
Uriel was completely unphased by the old man comment. It was probably one of the most tame things that he'd heard come out of a criminal's mouth towards him. He was focused on trying to get out of the building anyway, reaching to where the doorway was and pulling a few pieces of drywall and a few floorboards out of the way.
He knew that the slums were hardly a welcoming place to anyone, including those who lived there. It was a den of all sorts of crime and villainy. Explaining it like that was cliche of course, but Uriel would never deny that it was the truth of the matter. Unfortunately he also believed that the slums could be a necessary evil. Kept in check, but necessary nonetheless. To believe that everyone in Novus would be satisfied and happy about the lifestyle and security of the upper, middle, and even to an extent lower classes was a naive dream. There had to be some place for people who would reject the Novus system to go and feel safe, isolated, and in control. That place eventually spread and grew into the slums that exist today, but that didn't mean that they could simply be left alone. Those areas were loosely considered safe from the police, becoming the favorite for proliferating organized crime, but they were hardly that. It seemed like there was a raid every week on some new location of arms, illegal contraband, or what have you. Even so, Uriel knew that not all of the people down in the slums were criminals.
Rio's outlook grated on him more than anything else, acting like there was no hope to be had. He'd admit she was in dangerous territory, but whether she was at the rubicon for such a thing...that was up to her.
"So your thought was 'oh. I'll become a gunman for a crime ring'. Don't talk like there's nothing left for you just because you're here. I know several people who have bettered themselves, left the slums, and now live in the lower and middle class areas. One even lives in the upper class now. You have your whole life ahead of you. It shouldn't be spent letting the trash you work for use you up just so they can make an extra damn buck."
Uriel growled and pulled, dislodging a large wooden beam and pushing it off to the side before it fell to the floor. Another step towards freedom.
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Post by Adalura on Jan 21, 2016 6:19:42 GMT -5
Rio could tell what little honesty in her words were completely lost on the larger male rummaging through the piles of debris and rubble around them. The dim blue glow in the dark stirred up once more as Rio opened her eyes to observe him, listening to the officers irked venting as he searched for their potential freedom, and Rio's impending imprisonment. Depressing, considering how her day had gone so far. The redhead questioned whether it was even worth commenting on his words, though it seemed something had slipped from her mouth before the decision had even been made.
"It hasn't been my choice to pull the trigger in a long time."
There wasn't much left to do really. Rio was beaten and bruised, more than she'd been in a long time as a matter of fact. Her options were limited and her dialogue wasn't proceeding very smoothly. Every exchange she had with the male left her feeling more antsy than before. Something about his perspectives really grated on her. Like escaping a life like this could be easy, like she had much choice at the age of 16 where her life was going to go after sleeping in ditches and going days without food. It was infuriating, to think someone who fell asleep on clean sheets every night could come down here and suddenly understand the hard ships. The irk had grown in the mere moments it took her to think of this pompous asshole talking down to her like a fatherly figure. Enough to seriously consider drawing her revolver, but there was just enough common sense left inside a flaring temper to with hold that idea. For now.
"Several people? That's adorable."
Rio gripped at the floor beneath her, audibly straining as she pushed herself up the wall, slowly making her way to an almost standing position. She reached up, brushing the dust from her ears as she leaned on the semi-collapsed wall of the building behind her. He couldn't see it, but her eye was burning towards him, almost seething but more focused than that. Like the difference between a Lion that was hunting for prey and one intent on killing another lion.
"Out of how many thousand? Hundreds of thousands? You think you know what it is to be in here because you come down once a week? Drive up in your dry-cleaned outfit and shoot up a few thugs before you cruise on back up and fall asleep in your miniature castle? To hell with you, you have no rights to give me a lecture. If you wanted to see less people like me around, you shouldn't have sent us here in the first place. 16? No parents? No financial support, guardians, housing or even food? I consider being alive a pretty damn good achievement considering what I was left in.."
She stopped for a moment, the temptation to draw once again arising as Rio's look of anger turned to one of frustration. More than anything, the worst part was having someone else disregard the struggles of her own life. As if taking the test and leaving the next week were all it took. She hadn't noticed it, but the blow had certainly gotten to her subconsciously. Rio's ears folded down and her tail hung stagnant behind her.
"Blame me for the shots, and your injured men. I don't care- if you paid any attention to the screaming, you'd have probably noticed I didn't actually kill any of them. But if you grew up here, you'd understand that catching a bullet looks a lot more appealing when you're on this side of the fence. So don't stand there and think you know what it's like..as long as you have that badge on, you'll never see how dark this world can get."
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Post by UrielIscariot on Jan 24, 2016 5:14:52 GMT -5
The slums were a problem for multiple reasons, there likely wasn’t anyone who would deny that, but Uriel had eventually come to the conclusion that it was a necessary evil for the health of the city. There would always be people who felt as though they didn’t fit into or just outright disliked Novus. They needed a place to go to where they felt that the restrictions and security of the city couldn’t reach them. The government would likely never expend resources supporting such a community, but that didn’t eliminate its existence. It’s only when crime-lords and drug rings entered into the picture that something like that could be considered dangerous and that the crime must be dealt with, with the utmost intention of avoiding unnecessary casualties.
“Slums like this were going to exist one way or another in a city such as this. That is an unfortunate fact. It’s my job, the police’s job, the government’s job to do their best to make sure that crime born from it is staved off. I dare not imagine what it would be like if the crime rings were allowed to exist uncontrolled.”
Despite the way Rio had made it sound, there was much more that Uriel would like to do with his time than to supervise raids like this. He'd rather there be no need for raids like that to happen in the first place. He'd be happy to argue against the assumptions that Rio had made, but their conversation wasn't about him and he wouldn't make it so.
Uriel continued working, pulling pieces of drywall and floorboards out of the way and letting them fall to on the ground next to him while as Rio started listing off to him the reasons why she thought he was wrong. He wouldn’t call them the best working conditions, but there wasn’t anything to do about it other than continue digging his way out and at least hear her out. The mention that it wasn’t her choice to pull the trigger or not was something that he mostly disregarded, thinking that there was nearly always the choice to do the right thing. For him, there was rarely ever a time when that option wasn’t available, and someone who tried to justify it that way were only making excuses for a hard decision. She might not have killed the people she fired at, but the injuries would still need to be accounted for after the fact and those didn’t hurt any less.
“I don’t run Novus. What happened to you is wrong. The city’s social services should have been there to help you and make sure that you remained established. Those people who worked hard to make it out of these slums though should be an example for others, not a target for envy or disregard. Don’t demean their effort.”
He thought back for a moment to that last mention of what she said, that death could be a better alternative than living in the slums. He sighed and stopped working for a moment, silence filling the small area they occupied as he slightly turned his head towards her, his voice calmer.
“As much as I don’t like what you’ve done, you have skill with your weapons. Putting it to better use could open a lot of doors for you. There is more out there.”
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Post by Adalura on Jan 24, 2016 6:03:05 GMT -5
It took her a while to finally stand, and once she'd reached the towering height of 5'5" all the Lion could think of was what force in the world made her think such an action would be a good idea. The pain returned with every shift of her lithe frame- demanding she sit down once more and await the male to scoop her up like some sort of fairy tale princess. The problem? This hero was taking her back to the dungeon, her muscles would have to sate silence just a bit longer.
Seeing Uriel hadn't reacted to her actions- only speaking his own points to counter her own- a gleam came across a dimly lit sun-tinted eye. He continued shuffling drywall out of the way, slowly tunneling them a way out of the brick-laden prison the duo had found themselves in. Completely ignoring or ignorant of the danger the young lion still possessed, eager only to find his way out as soon as possible. Without even restraining her? It was a borderline insult.
"Those who make it out appear to be the only focus of your praise, officer. But hey, I'm glad to find solace in your wisdom. Good to know we couldn't have done any better not to make a place like this in the first place."
The points arguing in her head minutes before resurfaced again. The male had his back turned to her, spouting off pretentious, high-and-mighty gospel like he single himself held the answers to all life's questions. She didn't growl this time, instead staying frigid and silent as her hand slowly moved back under her poncho. Her revolver, quite possibly the highest caliber weapon she carried- was still in its holster. That was a good sign, but finding it missing would have eliminated her biggest decision yet. Despite her best efforts, a sigh escaped her lips. The conundrum held life and death atop its shoulders- balancing steadily with the lion's choices on the outcome of this encounter.
The weight of her revolver felt familiar, comforting and slightly stressful. Generally, Rio didn't pull this out unless she was fighting some form of cybernetic tank- or the fight she was involved in became too uncomfortably close for her to handle. Six shots, the drawback of such power. More than enough to bring down a single target if every shot landed, a question always answered 'yes' when the lion and her eye were involved. This gun was custom, the weight and sights calibrated to both the redheads hand and eye. She could sync the two up and hit a bulls eye with no effort. Uriel's size made the skill required almost laughable, for a moment she questioned being able to down the officer without either eyes.
Of course, then there were the implications. She was beaten and injured. Shot, potential broken ribs, and the early signs of a minor concussion. She wouldn't be able to move the rest of this debris, and the only thing Rio hated more than prison was the idea of dying alone in an abandoned building. She could see it now, cuddling the corpse of the dead male that represented every regret she ever had concentrated into one small 400 pound lump.
By the time he turned around, she had already acted on what the lion knew was the right move.
*Clank*
"I'm extremely skilled, officer."
*Clank*
*Clank
*Clank*
"I've yet to come across a better sniper than me, if I did- I probably wouldn't be here right now."
*Clank*
"Do I regret what's happened though? No. I'm alive, that's all that mattered to me when I started, and that's all that matters to me now. Believe it or not, I don't like killing people. It doesn't mean much to you- but I do everything I can to learn, and never forget, the name of someone I kill. That's my burden, but I can't give it up."
*Clank*
The last bullet hit the ground with a thud that echoed like thunder between the two. Rio held the magnum in her hand, gripping it by the barrel as she ejected each of the large caliber shells onto the floor- essentially removing her last edge of hope in defeating the iron giant in front of her. Every ejection was delayed, she knew he wouldn't understand at first- but the noise filling their silence would ring like a clock tower when Uriel's focus finally picked out the weapon in her hands. She assumed he could count to six in hindsight upon this realization. Hopefully the gesture of good faith wouldn't get her shot in the chest out of panic.
"I have a terrible obligation to even more terrible people. This isn't a job you simply walk away from, not when you have as much money fused into you as I have."
With a mild strain, Rio chucked the revolver towards Uriel's feet as she staggered towards one of the few small cracks of light shining through the piles of rubble. Prison was a terrible sentence, but it beat dying. Hopefully they at least let her keep the normal functions of her eyes and arm while she was locked up. She gazed out into the rainy sky of the slums, light glistening off her golden organic eye as she appreciated the few drops of water that managed to make it through the rustic cracks
"At least make sure you bring that one with you. It's my favorite."
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Post by UrielIscariot on Jan 25, 2016 8:08:44 GMT -5
Uriel sighed, shaking his head and going back to work on the clearing a hole in the debris that they could get through and make their way back. She had missed the point of what he was trying to say and Uriel was starting to get fed up. From what he’d seen so far, this girl had every ounce as much ego as Uriel did if not more so, though the difference in his mind was that he was actually working to protect the city of Novus and its people. In any case, the officer wasn’t going to bother trying to explain it any more to her, convinced that she was going to hear only what she wanted to and throw it all back in his face again. There were better ways to spend his time at the moment than that.
He dug further and further, pulling out bricks, boards, wires, and drywall. After a little while longer he was fairly certain that he could feel some air flowing between the pieces that remained in the way. He was getting close, and then he heard the sound of a small metal object striking wood. He stopped for a moment before turning his head, looking back towards Rio before standing up fully and turning around.
The red headed lion must have been in a fairly bad way for how slowly she had moved to get up, having not caused a noticeable trigger of his motion sensor. He stood there watching her and the weapon highlighted through his scanner as bullets fell to the floor, six in total while she talked. He hadn’t bothered to check her for weapons for a few reasons. He was relatively well protected even unarmed with the current state of his body, time was of the essence in a situation like theirs as there was no telling when more of the building might collapse and when those extra couple of seconds might count, and lastly he knew that with how beat up she was, she wasn’t going anywhere. Even if she had managed to kill him, she would have been trapped in here to starve to death, and this girl might have been brash but he didn’t peg her as stupid.
So this was her bid, Uriel looking from the floor at her feet and then back up to her. The gesture was admired, but more so what she said made him wonder what kind of situation she had gotten herself into. She seemed to be caught in a limbo where she enjoyed working with her firearms, but regretted where it had gotten her. She was in deep and taking her in could mean getting her killed through any number of means ordered by those who control her.
“I should be taking you to prison.....damn it. But I doubt that will help you.”
He looked to the ground, the contrast from the limited night vision of his scanner showing him the revolver at his feet. It was certainly a more powerful handgun than was normal to see, and Uriel questioned whether his steel-skin could have taken a shot from it. At the least, it was the far limit of what he could handle, though he still had other methods available to him to protect himself.
“I don’t give third chances, and you should count yourself extremely lucky already. There are plenty that could have been here in my place who wouldn’t have given a second thought to killing you the moment they caught up.”
He wasn’t lying. There were even a couple of his colleagues who would have even enjoyed taking out a criminal like her, walking out of this building with a smirk on their face like they’d finally killed the rat in their house.
“Either way, your line of work will do that eventually. I suggest you start looking for the complicated means to walk away if you want make it past the next five years...if that long.”
The turn-over rate for gunmen and thugs within Novus crime rings was laughable, jailed or more likely killed either by the police or by rival groups to the point where one questioned where all of the replacements were found. If she was as bad off as it seemed then she was probably going to need help.
Uriel shook his head in irritation at himself. Having had enough of being trapped in this place, he then turned and punched the debris where the doorway had stood, a large floorboard breaking as it was pushed into the rest of what remained of the wreckage. It all fell back into the hallway with a rumble, dust falling from the ceiling as a hole large enough for Uriel to squeeze himself through let a little light into the chamber. He turned around and looked at Rio, kicking the revolver back to her feet.
“Having a little humility can go a long way. Maybe instead of focusing so much on yourself, you’ll see there are people out there who might actually want to help you.”
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