>>5373450Relaying the information to Bernard, soon the two of you fall into a rhythm of jumping, diving, and teleporting. With your body running on autopilot, instinct thrumming with each and every motion, the two of you working together is as effective as a sharp, unforgiving scalpel.
Moreover, for as much as the goons try to preserve their precious servers–a pointless thing, considering that those servers will soon be void of their data– quite a few of them end up getting riddled with bullets regardless of their efforts.
“Hey guys, what’s the percentage?” You ask, crouched atop one of the servers. The gunfire’s calmed down enough that you think they’re probably either regrouping or waiting for more reinforcements.
“Forty-four cannibal…” Valjean informs you. “Sure you don’t need any pipe bombs thrown your way? I have quite a few of the ones the midget made for this...”
“We’re not trying to kill anyone,” You refuse Valjean’s offer. Though you've committed many crimes, deliberate murder isn't something you're planning to add to your list.
“I’m just saying, if it’s going to happen, it’s going to happen~” He sing-songs, and you have to wonder if he’s just salty cause you didn’t bring him out to the fight.
"Says the guy who used his lackeys to do his own dirty work." You return crossly.
"Low blow there..." Valjean responds, but you're not really paying attention to him, opting to watch as the some of the still-conscious goons drag away their wounded.
“Hey fish!” Bernard interrupts frantically. “They got some funny guys in masks comin’ our way, fish…’ looks like gas masks, actually.”
“Where are they?” You ask, eyes snapping towards the direction of the entrance. "And where are you?" You don't want Bernard breathing in gas-- sleep gas, toxic gas, or otherwise if you can help it.
“A little bit near the entrance. Coming back right now." With a flash, he's right back next to you.
“They’re not stupid enough to gas their own men unless they want us dead more.” Slight disbelief colors Valjean's tone.
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