Night 52: Main Hall, 2-West

[hes_deadjim]

[from here with Spock]The doctor jerked with surprise. Spock seemed to appear right at his elbow, and he'd be damned if his heart hadn't set to racing. He'd just been just starting to think that maybe that encounter with that statue was a fluke, and there'd be no surprises down here, and then that damned Vulcan had to go ahead and see if he could

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[angeritself]

The apology struck him as strange. He'd expected otherwise, but he wasn't such a demanding guy that he'd accept anything less. It also caught him off-guard, unaccustomed to hearing those words unattached to pathetic whinging, when he wasn't in any place to hear or humor them, too furious to give their too-late regret any regard.

Blinking, Shizuo pulled his attention from down the hall, redirecting it to Gren. "I don't know either," he reminded, a hand reaching to nudge sunglasses that weren't there, an uncomfortable, wasted gesture. Not to state the obvious, but to knock aside that ill-fitting apology.

"Figures," he then muttered, at the proposal to search. He had figured as much. With one last glance right, Shizuo intended to dismiss that direction when the air once again cracked, now with the sharp, explosive sound of shots fired. Gunfire. No one looked to have been hit, and the bullets had clearly not been aimed at him. From this distance, he could neither make out the weapon, nor which of them had fired it. That, at least, kept him in check.

Had he seen a gun, his anger would have hit another peak, drawing connections between the threat and himself. As it was, his stare lingered. "The hell...?"

[for_a_song]

Any further comment Gren might have made was completely derailed by the sound of gunfire. Between the unexpectedness of the noise and the difficulty he was having shaking off his own memories this evening, he actually froze up for a moment before instinct kicked in, reminding him that freezing was the last thing he wanted to do. Instead, he backed up against the wall, trying to get a better view of what was going on down the hall.

They could turn around, go the other way, and pretend they hadn't seen a thing. But that just wasn't the sort of person Gren was, when push came to shove, though he couldn't be sure of Shizou.

He glanced back down the hall, making up his mind. "Let's go." If it turned out the situation was already under control, they could always continue on their way.

[angeritself]

A second burst of gunfire followed Gren's words, and the unmistakable sound of a cry of pain. One of those men wore the gray uniform; his rage-fueled mind did the rest. Receiving affirmation, an ally in his surging fury, made the grin that spread ever-broader, if it could be called a grin at all. More an animal exposure of his teeth.

No need to waste words on a reply. Shizuo started down the hall.

[to here, with a brief walk back!]