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Okay, so it's an android, so you doubt you can just stab it to death- Wait. You reach for that flimsy dagger made out of paper laying on a pile of dirty clothes nearby. This should be good enough for the job. You point at Ashley then you point at the door. "Buy me some time."
She gives you a thumbs up before making a beeline towards the door, pushing past the table barricade you set up. She cracks open the door just enough to look at the man outside the door. "Hey, bro. Long time no see?" The noise of sheer fucking bewilderment that comes out of Ashton would make you laugh if the situation wasn't tense.
"what are you doing here?" His voice lowers into a wispy, raspy tone. "god, did that cunt send you as well to hunt her? that would be real funny on his part." Seems like he's distracted by Ashley. Good, no better time than to put your plan into action.
You take a deep breath before activating your camo implant. A thin layer of nanomachines quickly covers your skin and clothes, refracting the light around you in such a way to make you blend in with your surroundings. It's not perfect but the fact it's the dead of night helps cover up any flaws in the implant's invisibility.
You slowly tip toe over to the door. Ashley turns back to see you've gone invisible and, quickly catching on what to do, opens the door so you can sneak out a bit easier. "Yeah, uh, she's not here. I snuck in through the window and well, turns out she left. I guess someone clued her in."
You now have a solid look at Ashton now that the door is fully open. He looks like a spitting image of Ashley when it comes to his outfit. Leather jacket, denim jeans, black shirt, rough sneakers and a set of sunglasses (at night time? weird). His fiery red hair spills out into a messy and shaggy mullet that reeks of the 1970-1980s. Shallow cut scars cover every inch of his neck and you can barely make out a bit of a tattoo crawling up said neck as well.
You damn near stumble when you realize how fucking yoked he is. His arms are thick and muscular with bulging, thick veins. His overall stature is tall, at least a solid six and a half feet if not more. The only person you met who's remotely this bulky was Lex. In his right arm is a baseball bat with nails poking out all over it.
"hm. Is that so?" His voice returns back to the gruff, low, and impatient tone he had before. "Ain't that a damn shame? I was hopin' to splatter her brains across the walls. Real Picasso shit. Or was it that Bollock one?"
Ashley snorts despite her best attempt at trying to take this situation seriously. "Pollock."
You take this moment of the two being distracted by their conversation to squeeze past them. Every step has to be slow and calculated, especially since your noise trap (which made sure you didn't get your head splattered) left shards of glass laying around your front door.
"C'mon! I was right, wasn't it!" They're too distracted to notice you slipping right outside the door.
