[Charlie ghosts along through the observatory alongside her and while there's not much need for stealth, old habits die hard and the instinct to walk softly overrides any other logic. The pause there at the top of the hall, just a few yards from the goal they've been pushing to for the past few week, feels like a moment of clarity - not so much a point of no return as it is something certain, something inevitable.
They're doing this quietly, he knows. There's no one inside the room, he's almost sure. But he checks his sidearm anyway and shoots a last glance to those behind him - Tempest, Connor, Seviilia, Tess. He lifts his eyebrows, a silent kind of 'Here's to nothing' and then taps Chloe on the shoulder.]
Didn't plan this for weeks to stand in the bloody hallway, magpie.
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They're doing this quietly, he knows. There's no one inside the room, he's almost sure. But he checks his sidearm anyway and shoots a last glance to those behind him - Tempest, Connor, Seviilia, Tess. He lifts his eyebrows, a silent kind of 'Here's to nothing' and then taps Chloe on the shoulder.]
Didn't plan this for weeks to stand in the bloody hallway, magpie.