& i can help you see the light out of your despair: you tie the rope, i'll kick the fucking chair.
[ Maine finds him accidentally.
Or, well, it's more like he stumbles upon him, literally, one gloved hand catching against the hard stone of the wall next to him as he regains his balance. The armor is instantly recognizable; Project Freelancer Agent New York, Sean, face down on the dirt and the concrete, unmoving, blood slowly pooling around him, seeping into the hairline cracks in the ground.
For a moment, Maine just looks at him, his chin tilted down toward his chest, getting a read on his vitals -- still breathing, still alive, but fucked up, probably either unconscious or losing consciousness by the second. And somewhere deep in his mind, hidden behind all the cracks and the gaps and the shards of glass slowly bleeding away his sanity, he thinks, how convenient.
SO, GUESS WHAT, YORK? Conscious or not, Maine is leaning down, digging his fingers underneath the plating of your armor and hauling your ass up and over his shoulder. ]
Or, well, it's more like he stumbles upon him, literally, one gloved hand catching against the hard stone of the wall next to him as he regains his balance. The armor is instantly recognizable; Project Freelancer Agent New York, Sean, face down on the dirt and the concrete, unmoving, blood slowly pooling around him, seeping into the hairline cracks in the ground.
For a moment, Maine just looks at him, his chin tilted down toward his chest, getting a read on his vitals -- still breathing, still alive, but fucked up, probably either unconscious or losing consciousness by the second. And somewhere deep in his mind, hidden behind all the cracks and the gaps and the shards of glass slowly bleeding away his sanity, he thinks, how convenient.
SO, GUESS WHAT, YORK? Conscious or not, Maine is leaning down, digging his fingers underneath the plating of your armor and hauling your ass up and over his shoulder. ]