[ There's some advantages and disadvantages to being partnered up with someone as old as Andy. On the one hand, she's very good at what she does — she can pull the same trick a dozen times a row and execute it perfectly every time, because she's done it a hundred times before. On the other hand, she'll try and pull the same trick a dozen times in a row because she's done it a hundred times before. Call it experience. Call it arrogance. Either way, she's a hammer, and these situations are nails.
Besides, she's always a little motivated to show off, when it comes to Rex. Pride before a fall.
She can practically sense that he's tempted to shoot whoever is coming around the corner. Honestly, she probably should just let him. He's a fine shot, their Rex, and it'd be quick. Maybe less messy. The guard from outside had definitely left a nice puddle of blood behind. But fuck it. She's reckless and strong enough to get away with it, so —
Andy doesn't even warn him. Or ask permission. She just goes for it, dashing out of cover and whipping around the cover to make fast, bloody work of whoever was about to discover them. There's some shouting, sounds of a fight, a strangled cry — and then something like glass shattering on the floor. No more scuffling. Just a little coughing. Andy swearing softly under her breath.
At her feet, there's two dead bodies. And a broken canister, from which a few lingering tendrils of gas are still curling out. ]
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Besides, she's always a little motivated to show off, when it comes to Rex. Pride before a fall.
She can practically sense that he's tempted to shoot whoever is coming around the corner. Honestly, she probably should just let him. He's a fine shot, their Rex, and it'd be quick. Maybe less messy. The guard from outside had definitely left a nice puddle of blood behind. But fuck it. She's reckless and strong enough to get away with it, so —
Andy doesn't even warn him. Or ask permission. She just goes for it, dashing out of cover and whipping around the cover to make fast, bloody work of whoever was about to discover them. There's some shouting, sounds of a fight, a strangled cry — and then something like glass shattering on the floor. No more scuffling. Just a little coughing. Andy swearing softly under her breath.
At her feet, there's two dead bodies. And a broken canister, from which a few lingering tendrils of gas are still curling out. ]