«We Could be Heroes»

Ash visibly jumped at being outright addressed. She then stumbled backward over a jutting root, and barely caught herself from falling with a convenient tree trunk. Her whole face lighted red with mortification that he'd clearly caught her voiced distrust. "I'm sorry," she muttered, hanging back now. Her head began its usual descent to weakly hanging, when a sudden surge of uncharacteristic daring had her snap back to face him. Unconsciously, her fingers trailed up to the pen on her neck and she fingered it so he'd be able to see the closest thing she had to invalidated defense. "At least it's obvious that I haven't the means to kill you."
"Well, just know I won't hesitate to kill you." he projected a video out of his eyes. It was a video of his lasers shooting the guards head off, then the head rolling down the hill. He blinked and the video went away.
 
"Well, just know I won't hesitate to kill you." he projected a video out of his eyes. It was a video of his lasers shooting the guards head off, then the head rolling down the hill. He blinked and the video went away.
She shuddered as the unwanted memory was torn from her own mind and replaced before her eyes on a hovering translucent screen. As it dissipated, a shudder ran down her spine and she pummeled a fist into her back to redirect her nerves. "I know you won't," she muttered, hurrying on alongside Sammy. And that's why I'm wondering if I'm going to see tomorrow.
 
She shuddered as the unwanted memory was torn from her own mind and replaced before her eyes on a hovering translucent screen. As it dissipated, a shudder ran down her spine and she pummeled a fist into her back to redirect her nerves. "I know you won't," she muttered, hurrying on alongside Sammy. And that's why I'm wondering if I'm going to see tomorrow.

Dryden shook his head. Everyone here knew he wouldn't hesitate to kill any of them.
 
He isn't, but they were adopted as babies (Dryden at a year, Char at a week old) by Barnes and his wife (who is now dead). They know their adopted, but consider Barnes and his (late) wife to be their parents. So they are basically all they have since they don't know their real parents, but Dryden and Char are really full brother and sister.//

"Which one?" He said, his eyes glanced to the phone before he looked back at Sammy. "If it's this one, then I can't tell you. Not right now, anyway."
(Ooooh. Good, because I imagined Barnes as being black, and your photo descriptions are both white, so... yeah. That makes sense. Also- I think he probably would have done the boinic thing because they were both crippled or something. )
 
Chase scrambled up the massive tree to where Mikki hung. He cleared his throat, "So, uh... you a tourist?" He asked, trying to lighten the fact that he was a stinky, mud-covered guy that probably looked like bigfoot right now, was climbing up the tree towards her.


No-name glared at her phone, smashed to bits on a rock. Why did this kind of thing always happen on mission day? At last, she kicked it, then started rolling up her parachute. If she couldn't find the others, at least she could make a tent out of this. It wasn't raining yet, but she knew it would. When she had finished, she shoved it as best she could back into the pack and started pushing he way through the undergrowth.
She couldn't forget why they were here.
 
Gage got up an looked for his clothes so he could get this dumb hospital gown off. He stumbled around the room. The cabinets didn't have anything but clear plastic boxes of bandages, soap, and paper towels. He was not flying with this stupid thing on. If there was one thing he hated, it was the 'angel' stereotype. And with this white thing on? Ugh.

He kept scrounging around in the cabinets. Maybe there was a washer and dryer station around here. There had to be, what with all the bedsheets. But did he dare leave the room like this?
 
(Ooooh. Good, because I imagined Barnes as being black, and your photo descriptions are both white, so... yeah. That makes sense. Also- I think he probably would have done the boinic thing because they were both crippled or something. )

Chase scrambled up the massive tree to where Mikki hung. He cleared his throat, "So, uh... you a tourist?" He asked, trying to lighten the fact that he was a stinky, mud-covered guy that probably looked like bigfoot right now, was climbing up the tree towards her.


No-name glared at her phone, smashed to bits on a rock. Why did this kind of thing always happen on mission day? At last, she kicked it, then started rolling up her parachute. If she couldn't find the others, at least she could make a tent out of this. It wasn't raining yet, but she knew it would. When she had finished, she shoved it as best she could back into the pack and started pushing he way through the undergrowth.
She couldn't forget why they were here.
Yeah, I figured it made enough sense.//

Dryden looked around.
 
Gage got up an looked for his clothes so he could get this dumb hospital gown off. He stumbled around the room. The cabinets didn't have anything but clear plastic boxes of bandages, soap, and paper towels. He was not flying with this stupid thing on. If there was one thing he hated, it was the 'angel' stereotype. And with this white thing on? Ugh.

He kept scrounging around in the cabinets. Maybe there was a washer and dryer station around here. There had to be, what with all the bedsheets. But did he dare leave the room like this?
(Cant stop laughing. Anyone looking up would be scarred for life lol
 

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