♫ Metal Gear Solid 2 - Tanker Chapter: Detect Alert & Evasion ♫
As Danny moved ahead with Desmond towards the buildings together, he could only hear one set of footsteps following him: Desmond's. As he continued his sprint, he did not hear the chorus of the others with him, making his guts churn in worry and his head heavy. He kept his other on his blade, looking like he was ready to quick draw with his left hand.
As they approached the nearest crumbling building, he pivoted and slammed into the back wall of it with Desmond beside him. He looked back at the other Bounty Hunters he was a team with and blinked. "What are they doing?" He asked under his breath to Desmond as he looked over to the robots, and found that their moment of opportunity was starting to diminish. The robots were about-facing and coming back this way, eyesight soon covering the courtyard. "What are they doing?!" he hissed, looking at Desmond through his mask.
Then one of them moved out and tried to make a break for it. The one in the ballistic mask. The sound of disengaging safeties made him gasp. "Fucking-" he cursed in Lor as the bullets begun to fly. He pulled out a flash grenade and had his thumb around the pin. "I'll meet you there! Grenade out!" He pulled the pin out with his thumb and lobbed the flash grenade into the crowd of robots and begun pursuing the remainder of his objective. He only had two of those grenades left on him and he hoped that the flash and noise would disoriented the robot's sensors to give 'em an opening.
He ran through the alleys and corridors of the abandoned buildings, heart racing as he heard the sound of gunshots and lead squashing against buildings and sending up plumes of brick and plaster dust. He hoped that the others and Desmond were able to get their shit together and regroup at the objective. He had his left hand around his pistol and his right against the hilt of his blade. Subtlety was going to be a weakness in a direct confrontation, close or far. He hoped it wasn't much further - looking up through the alleys towards the smokestacks, buildings and chaos threatening to disorient him and make him lose his bearings.
As Danny moved ahead with Desmond towards the buildings together, he could only hear one set of footsteps following him: Desmond's. As he continued his sprint, he did not hear the chorus of the others with him, making his guts churn in worry and his head heavy. He kept his other on his blade, looking like he was ready to quick draw with his left hand.
As they approached the nearest crumbling building, he pivoted and slammed into the back wall of it with Desmond beside him. He looked back at the other Bounty Hunters he was a team with and blinked. "What are they doing?" He asked under his breath to Desmond as he looked over to the robots, and found that their moment of opportunity was starting to diminish. The robots were about-facing and coming back this way, eyesight soon covering the courtyard. "What are they doing?!" he hissed, looking at Desmond through his mask.
Then one of them moved out and tried to make a break for it. The one in the ballistic mask. The sound of disengaging safeties made him gasp. "Fucking-" he cursed in Lor as the bullets begun to fly. He pulled out a flash grenade and had his thumb around the pin. "I'll meet you there! Grenade out!" He pulled the pin out with his thumb and lobbed the flash grenade into the crowd of robots and begun pursuing the remainder of his objective. He only had two of those grenades left on him and he hoped that the flash and noise would disoriented the robot's sensors to give 'em an opening.
He ran through the alleys and corridors of the abandoned buildings, heart racing as he heard the sound of gunshots and lead squashing against buildings and sending up plumes of brick and plaster dust. He hoped that the others and Desmond were able to get their shit together and regroup at the objective. He had his left hand around his pistol and his right against the hilt of his blade. Subtlety was going to be a weakness in a direct confrontation, close or far. He hoped it wasn't much further - looking up through the alleys towards the smokestacks, buildings and chaos threatening to disorient him and make him lose his bearings.
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