Plourr steps out of the bar into the darkness, driven out by the eerie music coming from the strangely-shaped box -- and she instinctively steps out into the street lightning quick, eyes snapping up, as something flashes past on the roof above. She hears faint clicks as it goes, and she draws her blaster from her holster, aiming up after the rapidly receding noise.
But she doesn't fire. She isn't about to waste power when she can't see to make a shot.
A quickly stifled curse as the dark shape comes up from behind her, out of nowhere, the blaster half swinging toward him before she realizes. Once she does, though, she takes off after Fenix.
"No, I just saw something move out of the corner of my eye," she says, blaster clutched tight in her hand as she runs at his side.
"Damn it. You've been hearin' noises too, right? At night, in the walls and ceilings?"
He knows she has. He's not crazy; one of the few in that prison who wasn't. And he doesn't plan on starting now. It'd be too easy, too much like giving up now.
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But she doesn't fire. She isn't about to waste power when she can't see to make a shot.
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"Plourr. That thing. You get a good look at it?"
He keeps moving, gesturing for her to follow. No time to stop; whatever it is, it's fast.
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"No, I just saw something move out of the corner of my eye," she says, blaster clutched tight in her hand as she runs at his side.
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He knows she has. He's not crazy; one of the few in that prison who wasn't. And he doesn't plan on starting now. It'd be too easy, too much like giving up now.
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