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[hows_the_knee]

who ; Sarah, York, and Bioshock Jack [for now]
what ; Searching for 7
where ; An ambiguous Residential Zone
when ; After this log (warning: graphic torture) and this network post (warning: graphic Connor swearing

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[i_would_kindly]

Jack nodded stonily. He hadn't said much of anything during the search. His distress was more visible in the tension in his shoulders that no amount of fidgety twitching with his wrench seemed to resolve. If he were more vocal, he would have certainly been running through the streets calling Seven's name.

He took a greedy drag on his cigarette with a hand that glowed an aggressive blue. If it was a trap, he wasn't going to stop firing electricity at the robot until it was fried.

/slowest of slow......

[howkickassiam]

He felt ridiculous, almost, armor-clad and looming over the other two. It was safer, sure, and he was relieved he'd be able to protect them if it came down to it, but he really wished they had more by the way of protection. He didn't...really do escort missions, and while he knew Sarah could hold her own, he didn't know so much about Jack.

"Pretty much," York said wryly, giving Sarah a glance from behind the helmet, keeping an eye on his motion-tracker. "Got nothing for the next 25 meters."

<3

[hows_the_knee]

Sarah nodded brusquely, but she didn't relax her stance or holster the pistol she had clasped in both hands. Just because the motion tracker wasn't picking anything up didn't mean there wasn't someone there.

She glanced sideways at Jack's hand as they walked, curious and a little unnerved. But she wasn't going to ask. She'd seen enough unbelieveable things on the station that a glowing hand wasn't too far out of the norm, and besides, she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

If it helped him fight the Terminator, then whatever it was, she was all for it.

Re: <3

[qcksilverspear]

Someone watched from a rooftop.

Refreshed, her items returned to her, 7 stalked them from a fair distance. She kept to the shadows and the out of way places that people wouldn't think to look. She could be patient, in this case, waiting for just the right opportunity to present itself.

Soon, she felt. Very soon.

At first, the sight of Jack had stirred something in her, and there had been just the briefest hesitance before the chip TX had installed went to work, adding those little, subconscious influences, emphasizing the previous conditioning and turning her focus back to the task at hand, back to Sarah Connor.

Quietly, coldly, she darted across and leapt on soft leather shoes to the adjacent rooftop.