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[psychoticracer]

Hn. So there are no spare Yellow Eco rounds, but extra weapons and ammunition on 07, for those who haven't figured it out. They're certainly NOT the caliber I'm used to, but they'll do.

[A ReDead screeches, terminated abruptly by gunfire. The bullet report is noticeably different from the type heard earlier from his comm. But then -

Click.

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Late response is late, ffff

[chorusangel]

[Panicking in 3... 2... 1...]

Erol! You alright? Please say you alright!

Oh, time zones.

[psychoticracer]

[A choked snarl, struggling]

GET OFF ME!!!

[Gunfire.]

/becomes nocturnal

[chorusangel]

EROL!

[Oh God, what's going on, what's happening, is he alright? He must be alright. He must be.]

It's the only way.

[psychoticracer]

[There's quite a bit more fighting, though the gunshots quickly fade to blades and crushing bone. Then Erol grunts as if jostled, followed by the over-loud report of a high-powered sniper hit.]

Uhf -

[Erol grunts as Batou punts him, and everything is drowned out for a moment by crazed gunfire. The elf grumbles as he rights himself and catches his breath.]

Yes, yes. Fine. No thanks to that - nhf - Mardamned cyborg...

Yeah, because how is that school thing going to help me anyway.

[chorusangel]

Thank goodness.

[A hurried, muttered prayer in French as she tries to put a lid on her panic. Go away, he's alright, you're not needed now.]

Wait... Batou there?

[Okay, hold on panic, don't go just yet.]

Naaah. You don't need those A-levels.

[psychoticracer]

[Erol coughs, winded.]

Him and Major Kusanagi. Major got sniped... sniper's gone now though. Batou - hnf - won't be too happy.

[He grunts as he picks himself up. There's smoke everywhere, and not much left of the ReDeads.]

Do me a favor girl, make a post saying the Major's out for 24 hours. She's headed the operation so far, someone will need to step up.

This is what I've been trying to tell everyone all along.

[chorusangel]

Yes, of course.

[Anything to help. The thought of Erol being anywhere near Batou causes her worry senses to overload, but from the sound of things, there's no helping it.]

You be alright?

[If anything bad happens, she can always contact Cadence, or maybe Kage - he was crew, he'd be able to stop Batou if things got out of hand. This reasoning does little to stop her worrying, but it's nice to know she has something of a plan.]

They should listen to you.

[psychoticracer]

I think so. I need to head back to 07 anyway, get this Mardamned gun replaced.

I know rite.

[chorusangel]

Oh, good.

[And again, a situation where she'd usually tell him to be careful. Will the alternative suffice again?]

Good luck.

[psychoticracer]

[He likes this one. He'll encourage it, even though the word sits oddly on his tongue.]

Thanks.

See you later. You keep yourself out of trouble.

[chorusangel]

[Ooooh, a thank you! Christine basks in it for a moment.]

You welcome.

I will, I promise.

[She's tempted to add 'if you do' on the end of that, but refrains. No need to risk spoiling things.]