>>5383032Zeroing in on the upper floors, you set your sights on the highest floor. Even with the woman on your back, ascending the containment center is no different than skipping up any other structure, Julia copying your motions pound-for-pound.
You refuse to get bogged down by the ongoing commotion and battle, even with the stray guards that try to land a shot on you and Julia who end up cutting it pretty close. Finally clearing the rail to the top floor, the two of you duck behind a wall that’s out of sight of the gunfire, but, immediately after landing, the first thing you notice is the smell of blood.
Smattered all over the floor as if were some twisted abstract painting, its scent is sweet and intoxicating on your nostrils. Through the thin fabric of your mask, the aroma doesn’t fail to make your mouth water in spite of its source nor in spite of the full meal you ate yesterday, but you barely have time to let yourself be overcome by your instincts, as you have to keep your focus directed on the heartbeats moving all around you.
If they’re coming for you, they’ll definitely be packing lead instead of the standard tranqs reserved for the prisoners. In such a tight space, your chances of getting out unscathed are dismal, but, amid the ongoing chaos, who is really going to realize the two extra mutants when they’re fighting a whole legion of them here in the prison?
Still, you hear a few of them coming straight to your hiding spot, and, whether or not their guns are poised to tranq or kill, you don’t want yourself nor Julia to be at the receiving end of them.
Thinking quickly and removing harpy-woman from your back, with the majority of her body still encased in the suit– a suit that is undoubtedly bulletproof– a brilliant idea comes to mind.
“Scream, and I’ll break your bones for real,” You whisper, positioning her in front of you like a shield. While you could easily handle wounds from a gunshot, you’d rather not have a trail of blood for the enemy to follow (or, more equivalently, a flashing-red arrow).
“Jewel, defend the back,” You say to Julia before charging forwards through the thick of the fight, Valjean’s thralls, orderlies, and guards still in the midst of an all-out brawl.
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