[The comm comes on in the middle of some very heavy breathing, and Razer's voice is distinctly pained. He clears his throat, swallows and clears it again before speaking.]
Blitz is gone. He--
[Pained hiss.]
He disappeared.
I think.
Not like him to--rrgh--to leave the job unfinished.
[Long silence, some more heaving breathing, then a faint
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...Blitz is gone?
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Check--agh--Check his frequency.
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Where are you?
[Something is seriously wrong.]
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Still deck eleven.
[His voice is thick from Mizo's sedative, but the edge of pain to it is still extremely obvious.]
Elevator.
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Eleven. Elevator.
[He hisses through clenched teeth.]
Think...Phoenix is coming.
Make up a story. Make it make sense.
[But you'd better show up either way.]
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There's no question of whether he'll show up. He'll show up and Mar help Phoenix if he gets in the damn way. Erol doesn't care about his better half fucking the Aeropan (actually, he'd rather like to have been involved), but Razer is HIS.
Erol's footsteps are light, hurried as his weight barely settles on the floor before leaving for parts unknown. He searches the elevator area with record speed and locates Razer in very short order.]
He did this?
[If Erol had known Mizo was even CONTEMPLATING this, he'd have slit the man's throat Sunday night. Yet he went and fucked him instead - dammit!!]
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Mm.
[He does manage a weak smile up at him, though.]
I told him t--ngh--to shut up, remember?
Lost to Jak, too.
[He shifts, pitching himself forward just a little. He wants to lean on you, Erol. Phoenix isn't here yet, it's safe...]
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You getting some help yet? If not, I'll give you a hand on that 'escort' thing...
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