Sarith turned back just long enough to be sure that his target was, in fact, in the van. The ride was full of holes, it wasn't exactly the fastest or most agile thing up and about in the traffic-ways, and right now he had to do his best to dodge everything from buildings to small trees. Once it...
Well, I support the idea. It wouldn't make sense to have specialized groups with group-specific operations if there was no incentive to join and specialize with those groups. Without ramming it down players' throats, of course.
With that, they were blazing a trail. Sarith and his new group stuck close to Hiro and the others for the most part. Until they got closer there was no reason to really separate themselves from each other. So Sarith led his group in just behind Hiro's, watching as they left the obviously...
Dynni quirked a brow at the man in front of her, crossing her arms, and pouting all the harder as if in a last-ditch effort to convince him, "Few things? I'd say a credit is until you can prove otherwise. But fine, I guess you have yourself a deal." And her eyes settled on his offered hand, "I...
He'd been in more high-speed pursuits than he liked to think about and none of them were anywhere near as fun as the vids had people thinking. Right now there was a trio of teenagers calling the real TPD about the fact that two of their apparent plain-clothed detectives commandeering their...
Sarith watched her reactions, taking notes on it in the back of his mind. For a moment there she had reached a peak of sorts: cold as ice and operating at her best. Then a few more words and that was all it took for her to crest over the peak and plummet back down. Her hands were shaking just...
Sarith only offered a quirked brow and a barking laugh, "Well, you wouldn't be the first woman to tell me that. They're just normally a bit more profane."
In silence again he had watched her shots. The only sort of window into what he thought of her performance came from a slightly raising...
Just an unrelated note here, but at about the paragraph that starts "I'm going to have to explained what happened here. I had a post written out that went into detail on these two points, one that was a bit longer.", the formatting - goes a bit weird. Like, appearance-wise. Anybody besides me...
Sarith didn't know how he got wrangled into this whole mess. Frankly, he'd been happy to sip away at the day between missions like it was any other just the day before, but this whole plan had sort of been dropped on him to help out with it at the last possible moment. While he was one of the...
Sarith was learning that out in the unchanging wastes, things had a habit of changing rapid-fire before a man had a chance to blink. Even at the back end of the group he'd been able to sense the sudden change in the group's mood when the radio had come to life. He hadn't been on the planet as...
Probably till the day he died, Sarith would never know what divine being had been so kind as to grant the fluke of allowing his partner to hear the echo of those shots over the slowly dying alarms and water hitting the surfaces around him (which, truth be told, was getting annoying with how it'd...