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  2. Violet sat up, wiping the sleep from her eyes as she did so. She was still exhausted but if the men were there to help them either back to Polis or to Oberon then she'd be getting more rest soon. Little did they know, this wasn't to be the case. No, they wouldn't be getting rest for a while. Violet stretched and looked to Red, even if they thought they were friendly it was always better to be wary in the world so she figured Red was going to go take a look to verify they were actually Polis soldiers. What he would hear was, "This uniform is too big. Why are all of the Spartan guys we've killed so big?" @Dragon
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  4. Sofka glanced around after she was finished drinking, leaving Dima's query unanswered. Gray eyes settled on a pile of rags and a pack there. Quickly, she scurried across the floor, not unlike a spider, and opened it. Shoving her hand in, the youth's fingers found something cylindrical and she pulled it out. A thermos. Old, and showing signs of heavy use. It was dusty, too. Screwing the cap off, she tilted the thermos to the side and drained it, her nose wrinkling. It could be worse, and the coppery, acidic taste of blood had a way of masking other flavors. It would work. She returned to Dima's side a moment later, placing the mouth of the cup against the open wound in the man's throat. Blood cascaded into it, and when it was full, Sofka raised it to her lips and took a sip before returning the cap to it. "Hopefully this is one of those good ones," the youth said, her timbre lively. She moved back to the pile of rags and grabbed the bag, dumping it out before slinging it over her shoulder. The thermos was placed inside and the bag tossed across the floor to Dima. "Keep a hold of that. We can put extra meat inside, then let it dry and use it." Sofka made no mention of cleaning the bag between uses. Honestly, she didn't care. She cared about Dima's stomach, and her own. Especially her own. Absentmindedly, her hand rose to her stomach, feeling the soft bulge of a slowly swelling belly. The young woman was paying a steeper price than she'd intended for that gift, traded in flesh. @WisePenny
  5. "With any fortune," she repeated back at him, though she sounded far more muted. Anxious. Her own clothes were not especially practical for travel - a skirt, a blouse, a sweater, low and sensible heels, but heels all the same. The young woman's wardrobe was *all* that way, though. She wasn't a soldier. She was, if anything, a soft little housecat who'd never once been expected to go anywhere in a rush. She was too young and her father was too powerful for that to have been part of her life. It wasn't something she was thinking about, even now as they took their now full packs and made for the door. "Where's neutral?" she asked, biting her fingernails. @Dragon
  6. Red stayed awake and alert while she rested. There was never really a dull moment on the surface. The building itself was mostly secure, but he could hear plenty of activity outside. Small animals, mostly. Chittering and crying from the small bird like mutants that now infested the city was a near constant. There were watchmen somewhere nearby, judging by the lilting howls. They didn't seem to be coming that way, though, so Red remained relaxed. A couple of hours passed before he heard anything that drew his attention. Voices, it sounded like. Red nudged Violet gently to wake her. Unfortunately, it wouldn't turn out to be the Spartans they were expecting. @Morrigan
  7. When Anatoly returned some fifteen minutes later, he looked grim. He said nothing at first. Instead he approached the packs she had prepared, and knelt down to rummage briefly through the both of them. He had to commend the younger woman's sense. For someone with little (if any) experience, she had mostly packed sensibly. There were a few items Anatoly would have deemed unnecessary, but he said nothing of them. Neither of the packs were overly heavy. He would be able to carry both easily enough if it came to that along the way. "With any fortune we won't be gone long," he finally spoke softly as he stood. Anatoly didn't believe the words himself. They were meant to put her at ease. But he wasn't so cynical as to have no hope at all, "We'll find neutral ground first. Somewhere safe while I reconnect with the leadership." As he spoke he gathered a few items to add to his own pack. Ammunition and military gear, mostly, as well as a stash of the pre-war bullets which now served as currency. @WisePenny
  8. Violet smiled to her husband as she settled into him to rest. It would be easy to tell when she fell asleep as she'd rest just a little heavier onto him. She always felt safe when her husband was around and knew he'd wake her up if he needed to. @Dragon
  9. "I'll always come for you, Vi," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of her head and hugging her in tighter "you're always the one I hear." @Morrigan
  10. Violet took in a breath and let it out as she tucked into her husband. “Thank you for coming to get me Red baby,” she said in their native language. She wasn’t sure she’d have survived without him coming to get her. @Dragon
  11. "They said expect them within about two hours, maybe sooner," he answered as he approached. He set his rifle gently against the wall and shrugged off his pack, "You know how it is up here. Depends on how much they have to deal with to get here," Red eased himself down beside her and reached an arm around her shoulders to pull him in against his warmth, "this place is pretty secure, at least. Try to get some rest." @Morrigan
  12. "Oh thank god," she muttered. That meant that they'd have someone watching their back while Red helped her limp along. "Did they say how far out they were?" @Dragon
  13. When Red finally reappeared a little more than half an hour later, he looked a bit less tense than before. "No answer from Oberon," he said as he walked back into the room, "but I made contact with the Spartans. They're going to send a couple of men out to scout the area and help get you back." @Morrigan
  14. Violet dragged herself back to the spot she'd been in before, setting her gun aside and sitting back down listening to the world around them. She heard, from upstairs, the muttering of Red trying to get help for them, which meant he may have found a working radio, which was a relief. Setting her head back against the wall she closed her eyes to rest while she waited for the cavalry. @Dragon
  15. Once he'd gotten the radio working, Red settled to start sending the distress call. He tried the frequencies Oberon used first - though he knew from the start that he was unlikely to get an answer. They didn't have the resources for a surface outpost. One of his people would have to be above ground with a handheld device. When that almost inevitably failed, he started skimming through the frequencies the device could manage. If nothing else, he could contact the Spartans. They were usually willing to spare aid where they could - and being holed up in one of their safe houses meant it was more likely that they'd be willing to send a man to them, Unfortunately, the problem with a radio system was that anyone else who had one could also listen in. Red wasn't really taking that into consideration at the moment, though. He was more concerned with getting his wife off the surface. @Morrigan
  16. Violet breathed slowly too aware of how loud she sounded in the moment even though in reality she wasn't being all that loud. She had her rifle at a loose ready as she moved toward the sounds. As she got closer to the sound it seemed to be a child playing in the hall drawing on the wall and it faded quickly. She blinked and rubbed her eyes. She had never seen so many ghosts in one trip to the surface and it was terrifying. She was sure they were trying to tell her something, or trying to kill her, but why were they chasing her? She looked at the wall where the child had been to see an extremely faded marker image of a train and people inside. She smiled at the image but didn't quite put it together yet. Instead she moved to go back to where Red had left her. @Dragon
  17. The wind was still howling around the building. Somewhere far in the distance it sounded as though a watchman was howling - Red couldn't tell. All he knew was that the immediate surroundings were still uncomfortably quiet. ' Unaware of what was going on below, he continued his search through the small apartment until, finally, he found what he'd been hoping for. A com radio hidden in the back of a cabinet - about as well away from the elements as possible. Initially he held his breath as he pulled it out. Then it switched on. "Fuck yes," Red muttered. Maybe they would get out of this after all. @Morrigan
  18. Violet pushed herself up and started to follow the sounds of where the laughter came from. Wary to put her feet on the ground because last that that's how she fell and cut her leg open. @Dragon
  19. Minutes passed and still nothing. Eventually Red gave up, deciding to come back and check later. In the meantime he started rummaging through the storage spaces in the room. It was a Spartan safe house - maybe there was a radio in there somewhere. @Morrigan
  20. As Violet sat there she closed her eyes but as soon as she did she felt a creeping cold feeling come up her spine and snapped them open to look around only to see nothing but the creeping feeling didn't fade as she reached for her rifle to make sure it would fire. She breathed out and she could see her breath in front of her. She heard child's laughter off to the left and she looked. It was like back in the building. Like it was trying to tell her something but she didn't know what or how to figure it out. @Dragon
  21. The building made for a sturdy shelter, all things considered. It was difficult to get a view out of, though, with the windows heavily boarded. Red kept looking around, though. He knew there was no way the Spartans didn't have some sort of vantage point in the place. After a few minutes, he found a door that when opened revealed a narrow stair case. Red cautiously made his way up, finding himself up in a small apartment where the shop owner must have lived before the war. He'd been right about the Spartans having a vantage point. This was the only space so far where the windows weren't fully boarded up, and there was one facing each direction. Red picked up the beaten set of binoculars resting on the window sill as he peered out over the streets. There was moisture inside one of the lenses, so it wasn't the best improvement - but still better than plain eye sight. It did make him wish he'd thought to bring a rifle scope along, though. He still wasn't catching sight of anything, though. Made him wonder if whatever Violet sensed trailing them was even a physical entity at all. @Morrigan
  22. Violet could really relax but the alcohol Red had given her certainly helped by making her a bit heady, it also distracted her from the stinging of her leg. She watched as he walked further into the building. @Dragon
  23. Red set her rifle against the wall beside her, then grabbed his own as he stood. He left the room quietly, picking a little more carefully through the building. He didn't particularly want to move back out into the streets again, so for now he tried to see what he could from inside. Maybe finally catch a glimpse of what had been stalking Violet. @Morrigan
  24. Violet nodded as she settled. "Okay," she agreed. @Dragon
  25. "Nothing you won't survive. Just try to relax, I'm going to go have a look around." @Morrigan
  26. "It's pretty bad baby," she said to him. @Dragon
  27. Red finished a few minutes later. He tied off the threading and cut the needle free, pausing to run the metal through the flame of his lighter again. "Could've been worse," he murmured as he started to bandage over it again. . @Morrigan
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