Natalya moved swiftly and quietly and backward, keeping their rear covered with her rifle. She wasn't familiar with any of the people he was inquiring about, but Natalia seemed to have that covered, so she focused her attention elsewhere.
It just wasn't the right spot.
"Where do you think you're taking him?" Cohen demanded, his voice echoing live off the walls, not through any of the tinny old broadcast systems scattered around the buildings. Natalya whipped the muzzle of the dragunov in the direction it had to've originated from, but there was a sound, one she hated, the gasping dispersal of air and matter, that meant he'd teleported elsewhere.
"Leave him with me, leave the boy!" the voice cried, bouncing out of another darkened corner to their left.
"I can make something of him."
"Fucking shit," Natalya swore, running faster and pushing the boy along.
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Date: 2011-11-21 05:16 am (UTC)It just wasn't the right spot.
"Where do you think you're taking him?" Cohen demanded, his voice echoing live off the walls, not through any of the tinny old broadcast systems scattered around the buildings. Natalya whipped the muzzle of the dragunov in the direction it had to've originated from, but there was a sound, one she hated, the gasping dispersal of air and matter, that meant he'd teleported elsewhere.
"Leave him with me, leave the boy!" the voice cried, bouncing out of another darkened corner to their left.
"I can make something of him."
"Fucking shit," Natalya swore, running faster and pushing the boy along.