[ It's a low hiss of a whisper, as he grips the stunner and falls into his place at the rear. Although he'd been prepared for it, he hadn't wanted any casualties, and feels like Daryl's actions were unnecessary -- the guards wouldn't have woken until they were long gone, and for being found missing there's no difference between unconscious and dead. But done is done. They have to focus on getting out now.
The five of them are remarkably quiet as they make their way to the exit with Wash in the lead, peering around every corner. York is just starting to think that they're going to pull this off, they're going to get out without alerting anyone, when a soldier comes out into the hall right in front of them, walking the opposite direction of patrols. 'Great,' he thinks, 'we're going to die because this guy had to pee.' There's nowhere for them to go and he sees Wash dart forward to silence the man, but it's too late. He's seen Lakshmi, recognition shining in his wide eyes. He knows what they're doing and turns with a frantic shout, bolting back down the hall.
York curses under his breath, but the fact is the door to the outside is just ahead. They can still make it, hopefully get to the tree line while the guard is assembling. That's the best case scenario, at least.
He can already hear boots pounding towards them and finds himself wishing for his armor, for his trackers, for Delta. But he doesn't have those things, so he focuses on what he does have -- two good legs for running. The cold hits him like a truck when they do get outside, and he grits his teeth against it and pushes forward into the snow. He moves up beside Ratchet, close behind Lakshmi, ready to scoop her up if she falters.
There's a shout behind them, and then the distinct sound of Cetagandan weapons fire. He turns and lifts his stunner, firing only to find he's out of range. Shit. Running it is.
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[ It's a low hiss of a whisper, as he grips the stunner and falls into his place at the rear. Although he'd been prepared for it, he hadn't wanted any casualties, and feels like Daryl's actions were unnecessary -- the guards wouldn't have woken until they were long gone, and for being found missing there's no difference between unconscious and dead. But done is done. They have to focus on getting out now.
The five of them are remarkably quiet as they make their way to the exit with Wash in the lead, peering around every corner. York is just starting to think that they're going to pull this off, they're going to get out without alerting anyone, when a soldier comes out into the hall right in front of them, walking the opposite direction of patrols. 'Great,' he thinks, 'we're going to die because this guy had to pee.' There's nowhere for them to go and he sees Wash dart forward to silence the man, but it's too late. He's seen Lakshmi, recognition shining in his wide eyes. He knows what they're doing and turns with a frantic shout, bolting back down the hall.
York curses under his breath, but the fact is the door to the outside is just ahead. They can still make it, hopefully get to the tree line while the guard is assembling. That's the best case scenario, at least.
He can already hear boots pounding towards them and finds himself wishing for his armor, for his trackers, for Delta. But he doesn't have those things, so he focuses on what he does have -- two good legs for running. The cold hits him like a truck when they do get outside, and he grits his teeth against it and pushes forward into the snow. He moves up beside Ratchet, close behind Lakshmi, ready to scoop her up if she falters.
There's a shout behind them, and then the distinct sound of Cetagandan weapons fire. He turns and lifts his stunner, firing only to find he's out of range. Shit. Running it is.
So much for getting out without a commotion. ]