The nether.
Quiet. Dangerous.
The shadow moving through it in front of a long line of soldiers blends in perfectly.
[Here sir?]
John Preston nods before stepping in front of a doorway and glancing backwards to Partridge.
Nothing. No fear, no emotion-
The door is brought down with a swift kick, and Preston moves foward, guns in hand-ready
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"...Halt. Identify yourself."
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Man inside wall with ... wow. Guns.
She pulls hers, quickly, cop's precision, and holds it out.
"Put the guns down, fella."
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A cleric is not thrown off. Ever.
"...Give me reason to comply." Clearly she must be from the resistence. not recognizing a cleric.
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Sure, the skies in Haddyn are bad.
Even they aren't this bad.
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"...Fallout." He knows enough about that, " There's no reason to assume this isn't some unprotected corner of the Nether."
Preston's eyes go hard, "...And I'll need to see identification if you're with a sweeper unit."
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