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  1. 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
  2. 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
  3. 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
  4. 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
  5. 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
  6. "Nothing you won't survive. Just try to relax, I'm going to go have a look around." @Morrigan
  7. 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
  8. "Sorry," Red muttered a quick apology, pausing until she stilled again. He continued a little more slowly. Fortunately he was nearing the end of the task. @Morrigan
  9. "Like I said, none of you women can let go of a grudge." @Morrigan
  10. "Also apparently why you enjoy shoving needles through me," he grinned as he circled back around to the original tease. @Morrigan
  11. "Yeah, well, at least I got my shit together in the end." @Morrigan
  12. "I am and have always been a perfect gentleman," he retorted - though he barely managed to do so in an even voice. @Morrigan
  13. "Do I really, though?" he answered, stroking his palm against her leg briefly as he prepared to actually start working at it, @Morrigan
  14. "See, I knew you were being vindictive about it," he smiled as he threaded the needle, "none of you women can let go of a grudge." @Morrigan
  15. "And why is that, exactly?" he asked, smirking. The banter was a distraction for her, so he pushed it along while they waited for the alcohol to do its work. If he timed things right, Red was pretty sure he could start sewing her up without her noticing much more than a strange tugging sensation. @Morrigan
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