oo7 // Fucking Mondays.
[Al's coming as fast as he can back to Altamira, breathing raggedly. The Pactio armor is covered in dust, and blood runs through the joints, down his arm, dripping with every step. Under the visor he's white as a sheet.
He's can't get to the cell phone, not yet, not until he's a safe distance away.]
[ooc; It's kind of a "whoever finds him first" sorta deal here. If he doesn't run into anyone on the way, he's heading to his brother.]
He's can't get to the cell phone, not yet, not until he's a safe distance away.]
[ooc; It's kind of a "whoever finds him first" sorta deal here. If he doesn't run into anyone on the way, he's heading to his brother.]