(Dipper has a war face. Dipper has a soldier face. Dipper has a trauma lockdown face. That's something that should rattle Wash deeply - he knows it should - but he's too far into his own lockdown mode to allow that to sink in like it truly should. Instead, it gets filed away for later - end-of-the-mission later, at the earliest.)
"If she'd teleported herself out, she would've contacted us once she was out of jamming range." The fact that she hadn't speaks ugly volumes. Wash lets that settle, filing away the other theories Dipper provides with a note to suggest troops check and barricade the sewers.
Aside from the blip that is Dipper, his motion trackers are silent, and that worries him more than anything else. Either the technoforms are still and waiting for them to walk into a trap, or they're moving in tiny component parts too small for his tracker to pick up instead of as larger whole entities. Either way, it's a bad situation.
The scene in the hallway itself is even worse.
He'd been doing his best to hold out hope, but this much blood means a large transuit breach, which means infection. Pidge would've needed a miracle to avoid being caught and turned, and Wash had stopped believing in those a long time ago. He scans the room while Dipper claws through wreckage, trying to put the fight together. She would've started at the control console, or what's left of it - moved over here - shattered glass suggesting someone went straight through it - the blood starts here - there's more here and something green-
His brain stutters for a moment as he fully realizes what he's seeing: a blood trail leading to what looks like a casing for an older teleportation machine, and Pidge's bayard abandoned on the floor.
This is definitely a trap.
"Dipper. Eyes up." It's all the further warning Dipper gets to be ready for anything as Wash follows the trail cautiously, pistol out and ready. He gets close enough to grab the bayard and maglock it to his hip, then turns his attention to the casing, getting close enough to look in while still keeping enough distance to avoid being grabbed. There's something in there, all right, but it doesn't seem to be moving...
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"If she'd teleported herself out, she would've contacted us once she was out of jamming range." The fact that she hadn't speaks ugly volumes. Wash lets that settle, filing away the other theories Dipper provides with a note to suggest troops check and barricade the sewers.
Aside from the blip that is Dipper, his motion trackers are silent, and that worries him more than anything else. Either the technoforms are still and waiting for them to walk into a trap, or they're moving in tiny component parts too small for his tracker to pick up instead of as larger whole entities. Either way, it's a bad situation.
The scene in the hallway itself is even worse.
He'd been doing his best to hold out hope, but this much blood means a large transuit breach, which means infection. Pidge would've needed a miracle to avoid being caught and turned, and Wash had stopped believing in those a long time ago. He scans the room while Dipper claws through wreckage, trying to put the fight together. She would've started at the control console, or what's left of it - moved over here - shattered glass suggesting someone went straight through it - the blood starts here - there's more here and something green-
His brain stutters for a moment as he fully realizes what he's seeing: a blood trail leading to what looks like a casing for an older teleportation machine, and Pidge's bayard abandoned on the floor.
This is definitely a trap.
"Dipper. Eyes up." It's all the further warning Dipper gets to be ready for anything as Wash follows the trail cautiously, pistol out and ready. He gets close enough to grab the bayard and maglock it to his hip, then turns his attention to the casing, getting close enough to look in while still keeping enough distance to avoid being grabbed. There's something in there, all right, but it doesn't seem to be moving...