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(Setting) The flooded Iron works
| >Soon enough, a junker of a car rolls up to the flooded Ironwork, and out come a fireteam. Its Alfa, now with newer, bigger weapons. Evie immediately begins scouting for high ground, with Lane tagging along, carting a rather large tube.
Lead and Marlowe approach Ishmael.
"Ishmael, good to see that whatever you are hunting hasn't killed you yet."
>Lead talks in to his radio.
"Alfa-2, This is Alfa-Actual, are you set? Over."
/Copy Alfa-1, Mortars and Overwatch ready. Out./
| >He grunts and points with his spoon.
"She's in there all right, but watch your backs."
>He holsters his porridge and begins moving towards the front entrance. Beam rifle heavy under his arm.
| >Lead and Marlowe follow behind Ishmael, keeping a tight formation, While Evie keeps them in her line of sight, while Lane maps out the ranges for her mortar.
| >They trek deeper into the heart of the foundry. Creep vine and water plants rustle and slosh. He turns to a discarded metal piece and raps on it with the end of his crutch.
"We know that your in here Delta, come out and we won't be forced to hurt you."
| >Both Lead and Marlowe make distance between themselves and Ishmael, and cock both of their guns, ready to fire, scanning the surroundings.
"Since when was this a rescue OP?"
| >He Fiddles with his battery pack and checks his rifle.
"since now"
| >the sound of lose bricks and wind in the plants is the only reply.
| "Always the same with these spook types."
>Lead muters to himself.
| >Delta looks down on them, scared but interested. Focusing and analysing each target. Muscles heating and cooling, coiling and unwinding. Pressed low and to the surface. Breathing deep and slow.
| >Lane Shifts around, having a chill go through her spine.
"Just can't wait until this all goes sideways..."
>She preps a scrambler round, hearing that the OP is now a rescue. The scrambler round itself is comprised of infared flares, combined with a few flashbangs and EMPs to suppress tracking systems for some time.
/Alfa-1, This is Alfa-2, Scrambler ready./
| >Delta looks around with cool calculation, looking for snipers or those away from the group. Like a small big cat they move along to the edge of the floor and look down, spotting Lane fiddling with the mortar.
| >Ishmael takes a cigar out of his jacket, looking around the water logged room again. With slow and deliberate motions, he lights up and pulls Noel from her holster.
| >Evie, keeping to routine, keeps her eye between Lane and the rest of the team, and finally settles at a rooftop, half corroded from the water damage.
/Alfa-Alfa, Overwatch ready./
>Lead catches up to Ishmael.
"Are you sure He, or It is here?"
| "Their here, last place i spotted them in, and with all of the gang activity, I'm assuming they wouldn't want to move to far."
>Delta takes one last cursory glance and slips out of the visible spectrum. And with a phantasmal leap, drops onto Lead's head.
| "AH MOTHER FUCKER! EVIE SHOT THE LEGS!"
>LEAD Stumbles back after being landed on, with his firearm now out of reach, scrambles for some construction tools
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>Through the eye of the scope, Evie can see the event unfold, and gets the command from Lead. She sees the shimmers in movement near Lead, and goes for the shot. The DU round flies through the air, releasing it of its sabot.
"Sent."
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>Marlowe, already a few steps back, does not risk firing, in fear of hitting Lead
| >Lane is still near the entrance, juggling her mortar loads.
| >with righteous conviction Ishmael turns round but not in time as Delta, spying the incoming projectile dives for his legs and knocking him over. It comes up rolling, Ishmael's rifle crutch in hand loaded and pointed Marlowe. Freezing in place.
| >A second shot whizzes in to Delta's arm as he picks up the rifle, As Marlowe begins to blindly unload his M60 as he goes for cover, seeing a floating rifle aimed at him. Lead, now armed with a flashbang, chucks it up in to Delta's eyeline, while averting himself.
"Alfa-Alfa, Scramble! Fucking Scramble!"
>Lane begins to launch the scrambler round, hoping to distract Delta.
| >Evie, after taking to shots, begins to relocate, as her position can be compromised now.
| >A metallic screech shortly followed and a large mortar brick was hurled at Eve with great force, knocking away a chunk of the roof. Covering the wound delta delta screams and barrels towards Marlowe, throwing itself at him, rounds ricochet off it's hide as it lands the perfect leap kick.
>Ishmael splutters and rolls onto his back and fires off a shot, hitting nothing. "It doesn't haft to end this way Delta, shut down now and come quietly!" he tries to cough over the commotion.
| "FUCK THIS! Lane, Marlowe, Switch to LETHAL!"
>Lead's mood goes from bad to shit, becoming increasingly pissed with Ishmael.
>Marlowe, on the other hand, got lucky, As he dived for cover, Delta's foot sticks through the concrete barrier, missing Marlowe by inches.
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>Lane begins to enter the building as the Scrambler round explodes midair. She begins firing at Delta as she spots him, completely disregarding Marlowe.
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>Evie is heaving the large rifle up a new Rooftop, getting ready
| >Pneumatics overloading and batteries running low, Delta removes it's foot and leaps the barrier and delivers a resounding kick to Marlow head. hoisting him up and wrapping an arm around his neck, it grabs for his pistol and aims squarely at Lead.
"Fire and I will be forced to eliminate the both of you."
| "Then don't attack first DUMBASS!"
>Marlowe Shouts as he retains Delta's momentum, lifting himself in to a sprint past Delta and tripping in to more cover, nearly passing out from concussion.
>Lane Pops the mortar shell, preparing to lob it near where dumbass was shouted.
>Evie is now set up and is preparing to fire.
>Lead scrambles for cover as he sees what Lane is about to do.
| >Ishmael pulls himself to his feet and holds out a hand.
"Now then Delta, i can gather from "forced to" that you are rational like the rest of us. We don't want to hurt you or come between you and the prime directive. Why not put Marlowe and that little thing down and I can promise no further harm come to you."
>he drops carefully and deliberately holsters Noel.
| >It glowers and remains motionless. But slowly it begins to become visible again. Starting at the fingers and feet first, slowly fading into visibility. Marlowe and gun still held tight. It sighs hot breath and gas vents open in its ribs. filling the air with damp mugginess.
| "Alright everyone, stand down... apart from Marlowe..."
>Lead says over coms.
>Lane throws the poped mortar the other way, showing that she is now disarmed.
>Evie stays motionless, trying not to give herself away.
>Marlowe reaches for the slide of the handgun, pulling it off, disabling the gun.
"I'm now disarmed Lead!"
| >Ishmael smiles warmly.
"There we go, that wasn't so hard was it? Why don't you start by charging up and then we can all have a nice long chat."
>Staggering and lurching towards Delta slowly. He places his charge pack several feet in-front of it.
>tentatively Delta inches forward slowly, scanners fixed on Evie, eyes flickering for a split second. Like a cobra its hands whip down and grab it, a moment later, teeth sink into the battery. Sparks sent dancing around the room.
| >Up in the sky a couple hundred meters away a small, black hovercraft changes its course and starts closing in on the iron works.
/Uhhh, Tower, this is Skyranger 0-1, we have a situation here. Explosives discharge and weapon fire, requesting permission to check out, over./
/Skyranger 0-1, this is Tower, please wait a second./
/Skyranger 0-1, this is Tower, positive. Permission granted, keep radio-contact, over./
/Roger keep radio-contact, Tower, over./
>It picked up speed.
| "You know what you crazy fuck? We're done. If you are going to now assist it, then whats the point? Alright everyone, group and RTB."
>Lead comms to everyone, as he picks up his gun and heads for the exit.
>Marlowe un-clips his helmet and squeezes down and out of Delta's grip, before putting his helmet back on, picking up his gun, and following Lead.
>Lane hesitates, but then follows Lead, head lowered out of disappointment.
"Fucking Spooks."
>They all regroup, and leave.
| /Tower and Skyranger 0-1, this is Alfa-1, be advised, 2 hostiles on the ground, we are currently retreating. Over./
>Lead relays to the new entity as they drive away.
| >Delta looks round without expression.
"I've intercepted their transmissions. More law enforcers are en-rout"
It turns to Ishmael and lets out another sigh.
"You lied to me."
| "And that all you can get from Internal Affairs but I can assure you that we will be taking you back."
>Both whip round and see a slender figure standing upon some discarded bricks. He was tall and slim, his coat and hat black. Face partially obscured by the brim of his hat. Behind him several armed officers approach.
| /Tower, this is Skyranger 0-1, we have a hostiles report. Need FoE confirmation on designation Alfa-1 and permission to provide covering fire, over./
/Skyranger 0-1, this is Tower, designation Alfa-1 FoE is neutral, you are not to engage unless fired upon, do you copy?/
/Copy that, Tower./
/Alfa-1, this is UKoBIaNMC military air patrol craft Skyranger 0-1, requesting hostiles description, over./
| >Samuel takes a step back in shock.
"Deputy Commissioner!"
>He draws himself upright a salutes. Delta lowers it's frame, staring with malice.
| "Goodness Gracious Samuel, if it hasn't been an age?"
>the voice was laced with malice, amber eyes beneath the hat brim serpent like. He sticks his thumbs in his belt loops and sags a little.
| /Skyranger, this is Alfa-1, First hostile is highly resistive to all methods of fire, 20mm DU rounds recommended, but is unarmed. Second hostile is a turncoat, and is armed, but is part of GCPD IA, be advised. Alfa Leaving engagement zone. Over./
| (I meant Ishmael, its like having D.I.D again)
| >Samuel puts on a face of mock sadness.
"I must say this is unlike you, the upstanding upstart to engage with such riffraff and cavort with dolls and the such. I must say R&D wont be happy when they find out you've been taking away all their new toys."
>He speaks into his collar.
"Be advised Skyranger; target is of considerable value, we don't want any complications now do we?"
| /Copy that Alfa-1, be advised, raiding operation underway two kilo east, keep your distance, over./
/Tower, this is Skyranger 0-1, we have a hostiles description from Alfa-1, one of the hostiles affiliated with the GCPD, can we get confirmation on any undergoing enforcement operations in our area, over./
/Copy that Skyranger 0-1, contacting GCPD—/
/Uhhm, negative Tower, we have a contact with the target./
/This is Skyranger 0-1 to the ground, requesting your designation, over./
| /Thanks for the heads up Tower, beer on us. Alfa Out./
| "I'm surprised that you don't recognise the voice of your Deputy Commissioner Skyranger. Hold of the attack until we retrive the unit, radio in a car for me, ill deal with our other friend here."
>He drops his collar and smiles.
"Now then Ishmael, how about you hand over our mutual friend here and I don't have my boys here turn you into flesh confetti.
| >Ismael slowly moves his hand down to his belt, subtly upholstering Noel.
"I don't think I can allow that to happen..."
>his breaths are slow, heart pounding in his ears.
| >Hovercraft started slowing down, until it stopped, hovering in the air about 40 meters away from the iron works.
/Tower, this is Skyranger 0-1, requesting information on GCPD enforcement operations within our area. Target designates deputy comissioner, can GCPD confirm? Over./
/Copy that Skyranger 0-1, contacting GCPD headquarters, over./
| >With serpent like movement Samuel draws his heavy trick baton and strikes Ishmael with it sending him sprawling.
"No Ishmael. Wrong again."
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/Skyranger 0-1 this is GCPD control HQ/
/Operation is classified Affairs. Please disengage from the operational zone immediately/
| >Ishmael splutters blood and water. Coughing profusely, still recovering from his previous injuries. Looking up at Delta with a pleading eye.
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/Deputy Commissioner Samuel this is control HQ, skyranger is of UKoBIaNMC affiliation./
/Should we send pickup and-or backup?/
| >Evie, who stayed behind, keeps watch over the situation, through her scope, listening to comms. She sets her rife down, and begins to use the rubble around her to cover herself, setting herself back at the rifle. She switches channels.
/Alfa-1, this is Overwatch. I got a HVT, surrounded by several troops. Over./
/Overwatch, hold fire, just listen in to their conversation. Out./
>Evie sends a drone in to the air, which makes its way to the floor above Ishmael, quietly listening in.
| >Samuel would have responded to that if what unfolded next could only be described as an origami model of a train wreck. The men behind Samuel began to fold and crumple. One after the other, limbs and necks buckled and crack. collapsing and falling into the feted waters. Armor and bone alike, broken and snapped under several tonnes of force. Little could be seen of Delta, with the exeption of their hands. Glistening with gore in the half light.
| /Alfa-1,Delta has made a move, maybe we should go for the HVT? You know the bas-/
/Overwatch, keep the chatter down, do not make a move until Charlie-Actual and Alfa-Mike call it./
| >Samuel turns on his heel and smiles. coat billowing behind him.
"Well this is certainly an interesting turn of events. And how dreadfully unfortunate that a rogue half droid just cut down 8 law enforcement officers. Oh dear oh dear."
>mockingly he puts his hands on his hips and huffs out a sigh.
| >Delta stands up straight, hisses and exchanges gasses. Slowly it begins to prowl, a slow predatory orbit.
| >sizing Delta up he begins to circle as well. Both prowling round each-other. With all the time in the world, Samuel takes out his plasma lash. An eerie green light flares up and dances across the water as he makes passes in the air. Sparks dance across Delta shell, outlining them against the backdrop.
| >For a brief moment all that can be heard was the chirrup of insects, the rustle of leaves in the wind and the trickle of water. Human and droid lock eyes. The lights of the city dance across the water. And with a sound that seemed to take forever to arrive. They clash.
| >Samuel charges forward, Lash swinging and snapping with each pass, flecks of burning plastic fill the air, Delta staggering back under each blow. Arms slowly stripped of external layers. His onslaught relentless. Face placid and motionless.
| >Each blow Delta suffered a step back and a quick lunge forward from Samuel. Stray vines and abandoned wall carelessly sliced apart, smouldering stumps remaining.
| >Ishmael stirs in his puddle. Eyes blurred, seeing only the shifting and flashing lights.
| >He pulls himself to his feet, cracks and zaps are the only legible noise. He shakes his head, vision steadily clearing. Flaring green and red lights steadily coming into focus. Two figures flailing and dancing, silhouetted against flaring lights. He begins to pull himself up.
| /Overwatch, This is Charlie-Actual. Don't kill anyone, but make an... "accident"/
>Evie switches focus from the fight, to the pillars of the Iron works. She begins firing silenced shots off at the pillars, leaving bullets filled with explosives in the pillars, switching out and cooling the suppressor every once in a bit to reduce her heat signature.
| /Tower, this is Skyranger 0-1, we've got contact with GCPD Headquarters. Confirmed affairs operation underway, heavy police casualties. Requesting orders, over./
/Skyranger 0-1, this is Tower, disengage and proceed along the initial—/
/Negative Tower. Skyranger 0-1, this is JoKey, you are to break your distance and continue observations. Do not engage unless fired upon, over./
/Uhhh, roger that JoKey. Breaking distance, continuing observations, over./
| >Ishmael moves inexorably closer to the two of them. The each footstep a moment of agony. And with broken and busted fingers he grasps Noel, loading her for what seems to be the last time. One foot, then the other. Sparks leap and dance past him.
| >Evie finally shoots all the pillars, all of them ready to blow.
/Alfa-3, This is Charlie-Actual. You are clear to detonate./
>Evie pulls out the detonator, and is about to flip the switch, but she remembers the old man inside. His ideals and what he strives for, gone. She turns the safety back on the detonator, and begins to get down the building, satchel in hand, running towards the abandoned building, with only her handgun.
/Afla-3, why did you not detonate? Alfa-3? Come in!/
| >Evie finally reaches the iron works, hearing the battle go down. She pulls out her phone, using the drone to find and get the attention of Ishmael. The drone buzzes around, and find him, griping his weapon, moving toward the fight. She pelts the drone at him, to distract him, while she makes her way towards him.
/Alfa-3! Alfa-3? What are you doing?/
| >narrowly missed by something Ishmael turns to see someone running towards. In a confused stupor he raises a hand in greeting.
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| >Spotting an opening in the barrage, Delta presses forward and lands a firm blow on Samuel. He staggers back, the lash swings wildly raking a fiery line across a nearby wall. Samuel Hisses and begins his advance again.
| >Evie finally closes the distance, catching the drone, and gesturing to Ishmael to follow.
"Come on! Lets get out of here, and I am NOT taking no for an answer."
| >He turns to her and points at Delta, battered and burnt, kneeling under the onslaught.
"We cant let them have Delta back, and if we are going to make a change we need to bring Samuel down by the books!"
>He pulls out his shotgun shells and shows her the beanbag within/
| >She lightly slaps him to get him to focus, beginning to pull him along with her.
"This whole place is going to come down in a minute, so if you want to be rubble, then fine."
| >he shakes her off and points again at the two of them.
"You don't get it still, if we don't save Delta now it's the end of policing as we know it!"
>He points his gun and fires. The shot sailing through the air catching Samuel in the shoulder throwing him off balance.
| >like a bull, Delta flings both fists upwards catching him under the chin. Sparks fly with a tolling clang and Samuel reels back.
| "You got 3 minutes. Then, I can't hold off my employers any longer."
>Evie lets him go back in to the fray, but not before stabbing him with a stim auto-injector
| >Roaring Ishmael sprints forward. A confused Samuel turns round rubbing his jaw only to have Ishmael's fist connect with the side of his head.
| >Evie is already outside, begining the timer, staring at the slow seconds count by.
[2:55]
| >Without stopping Ishmael stoops and grabs his rifle, pulling up Delta up by the shoulder. He pauses for a moment, growls and grabs Samuel by the ankle, half dragging half running he begins to drag the two of them.
| >If an onlooker listened all they would hear would be the quiet slosh of water, the sound of wind whistling through the buildings and plants. Accompanied by Ishmael's gurgling coughs and growls, the crunch and slash of puddle and rubble under foot.
| [2:00]
>Evie looks though a door to see Ishmael running towards an exit, hoping he'd drop one of them so that he'd make it in time.
| >Seeing Evie Ishmael Smiles and picks up the pace. Grabbing Samuel with the crook of his arm he reaches into his holster. With his mouth next to Delta's hear he whispers.
"Run"
>He flicks the switch and jams his shock baton into Delta. Sparks crackle and fly as their head shoots up. They take a moment and look at each-other, both of them take Samuel by an arm and sprint to the exit.
| >Evie just waits impatiently, as they run towards the exit.
[1:40]
| Running in unison, the unconscious body of Samuel skittering and the dilapidated entrance now in sight. Ishmael grins at Evie, quickening the pace, Delta remains unimpressed.
| >As the two run out, Evie sets off the explosions, begining from the far end of the building as she takes a few steps back to avoid shrapnel.
| >The two of them drop Samuel. Ishmael collapses to his knees and begins to howl with laughter. Great gales of belly laughter, he props himself up leaning on Evie, weeping with laughter. Delta looks down, examining their arms and chest. Exterior stripped away to show metals breathing and shifting.
| "You're welcome."
>Evie smiles a little, looking at Delta in curiosity.
| >Delta turns to Evie.
"Samuel's plasma lash was enough to melt my "skin" and with that my LLRAD's are critically damaged. I thank you for your efforts.
| "Just one second."
>Evie whips out a syringe, staving Samuel with it, injecting him with sedative.
"Talking about skin and L-whatevers, we need a cloak for you. Boss could probably fix you up, but mark my words, he will want to take a look at that fancy tech."
| "I will go with you but something needs to be done first."
>Delta drags Samuel over to the nearest lamppost, roots around in his pocket and pulls out a pair of cuffs and cuffs his hands behind the post.
"He should wake up soon, and remain here for a long time after."
| "And the stims should be weaning off around about... Now?"
>She looks at Ishmael, half expecting him to be eating porridge.
| /Uhh, Tower, this is Skyranger 0-1. Status report: enforcement operation failure, GCPD team wiped out. I'm counting three surviving individuals, seemingly unaffiliated with GCPD, over./
/Skyranger 0-1, this is Tower, continue observations, over./
/Roger that, Tower./
| >with little strength left, Ishmael gives in to the sedative and falls blissfully into a deep slumber.
| >Evie sees Skyranger, and attempts to raise them.
/VTOL in the sky, This is Overwatch. We are all fine. Over./
>She waves to Delta
"Make as little heat as you can, and make way to my old sniping spot, keep out of sight.
| >Delta nods, vents gasses, rounds the corner and shimmies up the wall.
| "Alright. That leaves Ishmael..."
>Evie begins to lug him over to a still standing building, out of sight of Skyranger.
| >Ishmael snores and snorts happily, completely unaware.
| >Evie finally gets to her sniping spot, looking for Delta.
"Delta?"
| >Delta leans out of a broken window, eyebrow raised expectantly.
| /Tower, this is Skyranger 0-1, we've lost the visuals on targets. Attempted radio-contact, can we get FoE on designation Overwatch, over?/
/Skyranger 0-1, this is Tower, please wait, over./
| /Skyranger 0-1, this is Tower, designation Overwatch FoE is neutral, over./
/Roger that Tower, permission to pursuit?/
/Wait a minute, requesting Royal Knight's confirmation, over./
/Skyranger 0-1, this is JoKey. You are to break pursuit and return back on course, situation is of zero interest to the Round Table. Do you copy, over./
/JoKey, this is Skyranger 0-1, orders received and understood. Returning to the patrol duty, Skyranger 0-1 out./
| >Hovercraft turned around and started speeding up, heading for the east.
/Overwatch, this is Skyranger 0-1, we have orders to disengage. You're on your own, over./
| >Delta stands in the husk of the room, watching it speed away. With little further interest they crawl back down to street level.
| "Delta, can you do basic medical shit? I need to go get my backpack and rifle."
>Evie says to Delta as she begins to dig in her satchel, looking for gauze.
| >Delta looks down at Ishmael quizzically and and eventually nods, tearing off strips of his coat and wrapping them tightly around the wounds.
| "Great. I'll go get my rifle."
>Evie leaves the Ishmael with Delta, while going to get her rifle.
| >Delta seems to be enjoying herself, tending and wrapping up Ishmael. The once beige coat now stained brown and crimson in the rainwater and gore.
| >Samuel remains still, head slumped down, almost puppet-like in appearance.
| >Evie approaches Samuel, her rifle barrel poking in to his chest.
"Give me a reason not to blast you to the moon."
| >He looks up and smiles. Face immaculate.
"Is that what the both of them want? and besides how is this going to look; non government organisation kills 8 police officers and butchers Deputy commissioner in cold blood?"
>he grins slyly
| "Who says they wanted this? Those two only see the surface, not the implication. And either way, once I'm done with you, they won't recognise you. Or even find you."
>She adjusts her rifle to his head, the cold tungsten magnite barrel pressing against his forehead.
| >He smiles and pushes his head forward, smiling, amber eyes staring into her's. If you looked hard enough you could probably see the demons running about behind them. Teeth grit in an unhinged grin.
| "But... I won't give you the pleasure."
>She hoist her barrel upwards, and drops the rifle on to his upper thigh, snapping the thigh.
| >He splutters and howls, the long baleful sound ending in laughter. he looks up at her again eyes bulging.
"that's the problem with you hero types, alas, I'm afraid I'll haft to bring myself off."
| >With a crackle and surge of electricity, his chest cavity gives way and explodes. The blast was small, but all that remained of Samuel was an empty husk.
| "AHGH FUCK!"
>Evie gets sloshed in Samuel's guts , being knocked back from the explosion.
| >Delta looks round and confused. Shrugging they help Evie by picking at the bits of intestines now caking them.
| "My fucking uniform... Delta, how's Ishmael doing?"
| "He has stabilised, however antiseptics and proper dressings will be required for more effective treatment."
>Delta moves in and examines what was left of Samuel. Mechanical and human parts mixed and matched freely, bits of lung here, battery there.
| >Samuel remains asleep. peacefully snoring away.
| "Alright. Ugh fuck this shit is nasty, lets get to Ishmael."
>Evie gets up, flicking off the last bits of intestine off, going towards Ishmael.
| >Delta approaches also, propping him up against a wall.
| >Evie digs in her bag, getting her medkit. She zips it open, getting the Gauze and disinfectant.
"Delta, can you unwrap the ones you did and cover them with this clean gauze once I disinfect?"
| >Delta nods and sets about undoing the rags, tentatively peeling them away from Ishmael's flesh.
| >Ishmael grunts and tries to roll over in his sleep.
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| >Evie finally finishes all the disenfecting, taking a seat back, waiting for Delta to finish.
| >Delta Sits back on their haunches, lightly prodding Ishmael in the face.
"He will be alright in a while."
| "Then my job here is done. Don't get caught on the wrong side of the scope, Delta."
>Evie gathers her belonging, and begins to head out of the area.
| >Delta nods and slowly begins to stand Ismael up, eventually managing to hoist him over their shoulders.
"Do you know of anywhere to take him? I assumed the hospital is being watched."
| "I got nothing. Best you can do is find one of the do-gooders of the city."
>Evie Waves as she walks away.
| >Delta turns a head and looks at what's left of Samuel. With what could be a sigh they shuffle Ishmael a little further over and set off to the outskirts of the city. The sound of the rain pattering off of Ishmael almost pleasing.
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| The air is cold and crisp. The skeleton of the old ironwork hangs overhead. Age and water had taken it's toll on the structure. The husks of casting basins and ancient mercenary lie scattered and half drowned. strange plants and fungi cast and scatter light across the collapsed ceilings and jagged metalwork. Ishmael Stands outside, good eye trying staring intently at the husk. Steadily spooning porridge into his mouth.