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PIIIIIIIPE WREEEEEENCH FIIIIIIIIIGHT
Who| Wash and others
What| Murderworld. So much Murderworld.
Where| All over the arena - locations are in toplevels
When| Murderworld! Late day 1, all of day 2, and early day 3
Warnings/Notes| Violence for days. Most of these have been planned using the almighty spreadsheet - if you want to plan something, feel free to poke me on plurk!
Get pulled from a perfectly benign covert mission to be thrown into a bad Hunger Games ripoff run by someone with zero sense of style or humor. Survive, probably on his own, until help comes or he manages to escape. Sure. Okay.
What could possibly go wrong?
What| Murderworld. So much Murderworld.
Where| All over the arena - locations are in toplevels
When| Murderworld! Late day 1, all of day 2, and early day 3
Warnings/Notes| Violence for days. Most of these have been planned using the almighty spreadsheet - if you want to plan something, feel free to poke me on plurk!
Get pulled from a perfectly benign covert mission to be thrown into a bad Hunger Games ripoff run by someone with zero sense of style or humor. Survive, probably on his own, until help comes or he manages to escape. Sure. Okay.
What could possibly go wrong?
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Right now, he's as close to the wall as he can be without actually touching it, moving at a brisk pace and trying to find an exit. Priority one is getting the fuck out of Dodge; everything else can wait.
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RNGesusArcade at least saw fit to give him a motion tracker. He tested it during the ultimately failed desert convoy and at least knows that it works, so at least he has that....Which indicates something is coming this way. Excellent. He still has the backward-firing gun he was given, and though he can theoretically fire the thing in a useful direction if he holds it right it only has one shot.
At least he's probably faster than a mercenary tribute. Or even most animals. He decides to face whatever's coming up this hall head on and steps around the corner.
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Nope, it's Chief.
There's a split second of realization, and then the tension melts from Wash's shoulders as he lowers his blaster and slumps in relief against the wall (only to immediately stand right back up again because Event Horizon walls why). "Boy, am I glad to see you."
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As always, his delivery is perfectly flat and serious. But it's still a joke, and still Chief for 'it's nice to see you too'. Wash is moving and talking and seems to be as alright as the circumstances allow, and that's a status report the Chief's happy to have.
A motion tracker is also no replacement for a teammate when fighting in narrow places.
"Where did you find that?" he asks, eyeing the plasma blaster speculatively. It's not that the Chief doesn't think he can get them the hell out of here as is, but it could certainly be easier.
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He glances at the blaster, then back up at Chief. "I killed a man." Okay, that's not exactly accurate. "Kind of." Details. "I slit a Tribute's throat and took his gun. Arcade teleported him away before I could finish the job." His tone gets a bit too bright and his smile a bit too wide. "So if you see a fucker with a Chicago smile running around, tell him hi for me." And by that he means finish the job, please.
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He wants to know, but they really should get going first.
"The tunnels slope," he says as he starts moving. "Probably underground. We go up, we find the surface."
At least in theory. He hopes he's right. Nothing good comes from places like this and he'd much rather get out of all these blind corners.
"Tell me about the tribute."
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"Hopefully." He falls in step next to Chief, and...he's not going to get out of this, is he. "Two tributes, humanoid, working as a team - partners or siblings or something. They strung up a Harrubian girl in the forest and used her as bait for a trap, and I knew it was a trap, but..." He shrugs. What else was he going to do in that situation? "I cut her loose, and they went after me. I found cover in the underbrush and got the drop on one of them - took his gun, slit his throat. The other one shot me with something that knocked out my motor functions and teleported away with her partner." That particular drawn-out brush with death is still something he prefers not to think about. "Evidently the girl's mom is a botanist, so she knew her way around plants. She found me and got me on my feet again."
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"And then you got split up," he says, because of course. They can't have people working together, can they? It doesn't make for a good show. Arcade must be a very busy guy right now.
"We're going to find Arcade. He can only slow us down for so long. Then he'll get his."
It's a declaration of intent with the determination that destroyed Alpha Halo behind it. The Chief can be teleported and shot at and chased and boxed in, but he does not stop until the mission is carried out. He may not know how he's going to do it yet, but he is going to find the bastard and he is going to finish this.
There's a slight breeze up ahead, and the tunnel widens into a room where another tunnel forks off, straight down into the floor and up into the ceiling. The sides, ridged like some kind of architectural trachea, slope off rapidly into the blackness. The floor shudders a little and air rushes through the chamber, like the whole complex is breathing. It trips their motion trackers, several blips lighting up as the organic walls shift above and below them.
...Except one of them doesn't disappear as the tunnels settle.
Shit.
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The idea of taking Arcade down a peg or two (or all of them) is appealing. Unrealistic, but appealing. "Let's find our way out of here first. Then we'll plan." Still, he can almost feel the steel in his spine at Chief's tone. It's hard to argue with that determination. Doable, but hard.
Wash freezes as the tunnels shift and oh dear God it really is Event Horizon in here. He swallows fear as his motion tracker goes haywire, registering blips that can't all be there at once, and breathes a little easier as the blips disappear.
Except for that one.
There's a hiss from that direction, and the hairs on the back of Wash's neck stand on end. That's not a good sound. That's never a good sound. He quickly flips the plasma blaster around and offers the handle to Chief. "Take the gun." There's a rifle slung over his back, so Wash won't be unarmed, and there's no reason for Chief to be (presumably) unarmed in the face of a very real threat.
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The thing that's got him is that sound.
He knows that sound. The Chief has a good memory for noises that mean terrible things. Apparently, this even applies to terrible things that are supposed to be fictional.
"Arcade just shouldn't watch movies."
The blip stays in the center of this room, but the tracker doesn't indicate whether it's descending or ascending and the Chief steps the fuck back from the pit. Shit.
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Part of him is tempted to suggest they turn around and head back to where they came, but then they'd have a creature chasing them and that wouldn't exactly help matters. Better to face it down now and kill it if they can.