Thank you all for your comments: they HELP ;) This chapter took me a while mostly because Dean's acting difficult in the next two, so I had to slow down. Anyway, on with the story and I'll try to keep grammar mistakes to a minimum.
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Their way down was not as fortunate as the time they were first looking for this building. Uncharacteristically, or perhaps they have sensed that something was going on, the Ghost People waited for them, silent and still, avoiding traps and laying an ambush. To her surprise, it was Dean who pulled her out of the way of spears and a gas bomb flying past her head. It exploded, deafening both of them and lighting the street, making the Cloud swirl as the flames gobbled on it.
They landed behind the pile mixed of crushed building blocks and old furniture, his arm inexplicably finding its way around her waist as he kept her down. Whooshing sound of spears flying over their heads, clangs as they hit the ruble the two used as cover or just narrowly missing the a face trying to ascertain how bad the situation was for them, was just some on the list of things gone horribly wrong.
“‘There are none near the building,’ she says,” the ghoul mocked and the only thing Courier could do, beyond ignoring his biting words, was pull out sever stacks of dynamite and throw it to him. He looked at her, at the smooth blackness, and nodded. “Aim for the one with the canisters,” he said, short of breath and leaning to his side of the rubble guarding them as hissing and scuffling and gurgling drew closer. Acknowledging it, in one smooth move she had her rifle ready and aiming at the slowest, and largest, creature in the group.
He lit the fuse at the same time as she fired two shots at the gas tank. She pierced it and it started to leak but it was Dean who finished it, throwing two dynamite sticks, one right after the other. The resulting explosion was strong enough to bring down the adjoined pillars and the terrace they supported. Together with hisses and cries of pain, flame mixed with the Cloud brought up ash and debris, and covered the escape of the only two living creatures.
They scampered away, to a place where they could actually breathe.
“We need to finish them,” she coughed looking back around to chaotic dust swirl behind them, but Dean pulled at her, preventing any possibility of going back.
“We need to get away before more swarm the streets.” His tone was of one who had seen similar situation unfold and did not wish to stay for a closing act. For once, it brooked no argument.
She didn’t know if she could argue with that because she refused to believe that there could be so many of them surviving all these years, but there was something on her side, other than his hand pressed where her ribs would be were it not for protective casing, that burned and felt sticky and demanded immediate attention.
“The hologram works, doesn’t it?” He asked pulling her further down the alleyways he knew so well, despite constantly reinforcing how he wouldn’t be caught dead in this murderous part of town.
“Yes.”
“And it’s not going to shoot on us?”
“I don’t know.” She felt his grip tighten furiously, fingers digging in and pain lashing up through her side. “But it will on them.”
They didn’t have much choice and rushed in the direction of the hologram positioned in front of an archway, hoping that it would deter the creatures from following them. And if it just killed them on the spot, all the better. They rounded the corner, until they were in front of the holographic representation of one of Sierra Madre’s old security guards. It ignored them and Dean took them to a narrow gap leading inside of a building, and through several rooms, before helping her down on a set of collapsed stairs. From the outside they could hear the sounds of rapid laser fire and they both stilled, listening to the unfair fight and killing.
F!Courier/Dean Domino - A Heist - 6a
This chapter took me a while mostly because Dean's acting difficult in the next two, so I had to slow down. Anyway, on with the story and I'll try to keep grammar mistakes to a minimum.
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Their way down was not as fortunate as the time they were first looking for this building. Uncharacteristically, or perhaps they have sensed that something was going on, the Ghost People waited for them, silent and still, avoiding traps and laying an ambush. To her surprise, it was Dean who pulled her out of the way of spears and a gas bomb flying past her head. It exploded, deafening both of them and lighting the street, making the Cloud swirl as the flames gobbled on it.
They landed behind the pile mixed of crushed building blocks and old furniture, his arm inexplicably finding its way around her waist as he kept her down. Whooshing sound of spears flying over their heads, clangs as they hit the ruble the two used as cover or just narrowly missing the a face trying to ascertain how bad the situation was for them, was just some on the list of things gone horribly wrong.
“‘There are none near the building,’ she says,” the ghoul mocked and the only thing Courier could do, beyond ignoring his biting words, was pull out sever stacks of dynamite and throw it to him. He looked at her, at the smooth blackness, and nodded. “Aim for the one with the canisters,” he said, short of breath and leaning to his side of the rubble guarding them as hissing and scuffling and gurgling drew closer. Acknowledging it, in one smooth move she had her rifle ready and aiming at the slowest, and largest, creature in the group.
He lit the fuse at the same time as she fired two shots at the gas tank. She pierced it and it started to leak but it was Dean who finished it, throwing two dynamite sticks, one right after the other. The resulting explosion was strong enough to bring down the adjoined pillars and the terrace they supported. Together with hisses and cries of pain, flame mixed with the Cloud brought up ash and debris, and covered the escape of the only two living creatures.
They scampered away, to a place where they could actually breathe.
“We need to finish them,” she coughed looking back around to chaotic dust swirl behind them, but Dean pulled at her, preventing any possibility of going back.
“We need to get away before more swarm the streets.” His tone was of one who had seen similar situation unfold and did not wish to stay for a closing act. For once, it brooked no argument.
She didn’t know if she could argue with that because she refused to believe that there could be so many of them surviving all these years, but there was something on her side, other than his hand pressed where her ribs would be were it not for protective casing, that burned and felt sticky and demanded immediate attention.
“The hologram works, doesn’t it?” He asked pulling her further down the alleyways he knew so well, despite constantly reinforcing how he wouldn’t be caught dead in this murderous part of town.
“Yes.”
“And it’s not going to shoot on us?”
“I don’t know.” She felt his grip tighten furiously, fingers digging in and pain lashing up through her side. “But it will on them.”
They didn’t have much choice and rushed in the direction of the hologram positioned in front of an archway, hoping that it would deter the creatures from following them. And if it just killed them on the spot, all the better. They rounded the corner, until they were in front of the holographic representation of one of Sierra Madre’s old security guards. It ignored them and Dean took them to a narrow gap leading inside of a building, and through several rooms, before helping her down on a set of collapsed stairs. From the outside they could hear the sounds of rapid laser fire and they both stilled, listening to the unfair fight and killing.