One of the doors had already been smashed open. Convenient. It seemed to be the one leading to the janitor's closet. The supply closet's door still seemed to be closed.
Alec had two options. One, use the skills he'd gathered as a 00-agent and pick the lock. Two, smash the fuck out of it with his baseball bat.
Bridget was impressed at how quickly they made it past all those fights and people. A part of him still wanted to run back and help the ones he'd seen in trouble and in danger, but he didn't want to lose Mr. Alec. If he lost the older man, he'd fail Armand, and he really didn't want to do that.
He didn't know if Alec would pick the lock or break the door down, but since he didn't appear to want Bridget's advice or help, the bounty hunter turned slightly so that he could watch their backs while keeping an eye on Alec.
Alec = sociopath, me = ignoring other fights and such in the game for purposes of not failing NS because I have sucked at being active. :x We can go back and help them later if you want? haha i suck at interaction
After making sure that Bridget wasn't going to get accidentally smacked upside the head by the swing of the bat, Alec rolled his shoulders back a couple of times.
"You might want to move," he said, and brought the wooden bat crashing down on the doorknob like it was James' head. Yes, it was loud, yes, it was probably going to attract everyone within a ten-mile radius, including monsters and other nasty beasties. But he didn't care. His timesense was slipping again, and he did not want to fail. Not for Armand's sake, but for the sake of his own personal pride.
(Me = sociopath; Bridget = MOST INSANLY HELPFUL BOUNTY HUNTER EVER! We're good. ^^ No worries about interaction, and I'm doing a good job of failing myself.)
Bridget took a few steps away so that he wouldn't be brained and HOLY -! Wow, Alec was really going to town on that lock. With luck, the door would give before the bat.
He felt kind of silly about it, but he didn't want to give up his bat for 'the cause' just yet. They might still need a working weapon later.
After a few wild hits, the doorknob finally popped off, bent and broken and not looking very much like a doorknob at all. Alec was more worried about the bat. He inspected the area he'd been hitting the knob with - a sizable dent in the wood, but no evidence of splintering. Good.
He pushed the door open with the bat, shone his flashlight around - no monsters that he could see, which meant there may be some he couldn't - and walked in, bat at the ready, knife in his belt.
One of the doors had already been smashed open. Convenient. It seemed to be the one leading to the janitor's closet. The supply closet's door still seemed to be closed.
Alec had two options. One, use the skills he'd gathered as a 00-agent and pick the lock. Two, smash the fuck out of it with his baseball bat.
Option Two was quicker.
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He didn't know if Alec would pick the lock or break the door down, but since he didn't appear to want Bridget's advice or help, the bounty hunter turned slightly so that he could watch their backs while keeping an eye on Alec.
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After making sure that Bridget wasn't going to get accidentally smacked upside the head by the swing of the bat, Alec rolled his shoulders back a couple of times.
"You might want to move," he said, and brought the wooden bat crashing down on the doorknob like it was James' head. Yes, it was loud, yes, it was probably going to attract everyone within a ten-mile radius, including monsters and other nasty beasties. But he didn't care. His timesense was slipping again, and he did not want to fail. Not for Armand's sake, but for the sake of his own personal pride.
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Bridget took a few steps away so that he wouldn't be brained and HOLY -! Wow, Alec was really going to town on that lock. With luck, the door would give before the bat.
He felt kind of silly about it, but he didn't want to give up his bat for 'the cause' just yet. They might still need a working weapon later.
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He pushed the door open with the bat, shone his flashlight around - no monsters that he could see, which meant there may be some he couldn't - and walked in, bat at the ready, knife in his belt.
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