Fair enough. [Which comes out low - indistinct thanks to the fact that she's talking more to herself than the group at her back. ] No regrets.
[And the doors to the transporter room snap open a moment later, revealing the mechanical silouhette of what they're after-- in addition to a group of Initiative staff that seems to be burning the late night oil. Network offline, systems about to go in all of a minute, there's no time to readjust the plan.
Shit. ]
Evening, gentleman. [Innocuous a statement as it gets, considering what they're up to. She steps in far enough for the others to filter into the space at her heels (and lock the door behind them) but there's the inconvenience of another door at the far end, and they can't risk anyone breaking loose to set the other transports off. So there's something equally as casual about the way she lifts her .45, flashing the barrel more so than aiming it in anyone's general direction. ] We'd really appreciate it if you didn't try to run.
no subject
[And the doors to the transporter room snap open a moment later, revealing the mechanical silouhette of what they're after-- in addition to a group of Initiative staff that seems to be burning the late night oil. Network offline, systems about to go in all of a minute, there's no time to readjust the plan.
Shit. ]
Evening, gentleman. [Innocuous a statement as it gets, considering what they're up to. She steps in far enough for the others to filter into the space at her heels (and lock the door behind them) but there's the inconvenience of another door at the far end, and they can't risk anyone breaking loose to set the other transports off. So there's something equally as casual about the way she lifts her .45, flashing the barrel more so than aiming it in anyone's general direction. ] We'd really appreciate it if you didn't try to run.