Wash is already running forward, but the guard's already bolting, shouting, and Wash turns back at the small crowd of people gathered right behind him, looking at York, a knowing look passing between them. There's no point in going after the guard, their cover's already blown. They need to get out, fight their way out if need be, and they need to do it quickly before they get too swarmed. So much for their planned route, it isn't about avoiding patrols, anymore, now it's just about getting the fuck out of here as soon as possible. ]
We're moving! Now! [ He's raising his voice, there's already people heading their way, and Wash keeps leading them until they finally get outside. He curses under his breath, there's the tell-tale sound of shouting soldiers, of weapons fire, there's too much distance they still need to clear. They weren't going to make it. They weren't going to fucking make it.
They have to. ] Keep moving -- this way, come on, this way.
[ They need to keep moving. Lakshmi might have trouble, but there's Daryl to help her, at least, and between him and York they could probably provide some cover, but they just need to keep fucking moving, clear as much ground as they can before more and more soldiers arrive. Too late, he can hear the shouting from the direction they're headed in, and Wash curses under his breath, stopping dead in his tracks, the gears turning in his head over the mental map of the base he's drawn in his mind, they're moving here, okay, no, we can still make it, we just need to keep moving. ]
Back here, back here. Keep moving. York, [ Just calling back to him, as they hurry through the snow, ] York, you have a stunner?
[ From one of the guards that Daryl disarmed. Wash is not saying it directly, there's no use in that, but they've talked enough over their plans to know that if it came down to it, they'll stay and fight and just -- try their best to cover Lakshmi's escape. ]
no subject
Wash is already running forward, but the guard's already bolting, shouting, and Wash turns back at the small crowd of people gathered right behind him, looking at York, a knowing look passing between them. There's no point in going after the guard, their cover's already blown. They need to get out, fight their way out if need be, and they need to do it quickly before they get too swarmed. So much for their planned route, it isn't about avoiding patrols, anymore, now it's just about getting the fuck out of here as soon as possible. ]
We're moving! Now! [ He's raising his voice, there's already people heading their way, and Wash keeps leading them until they finally get outside. He curses under his breath, there's the tell-tale sound of shouting soldiers, of weapons fire, there's too much distance they still need to clear. They weren't going to make it. They weren't going to fucking make it.
They have to. ] Keep moving -- this way, come on, this way.
[ They need to keep moving. Lakshmi might have trouble, but there's Daryl to help her, at least, and between him and York they could probably provide some cover, but they just need to keep fucking moving, clear as much ground as they can before more and more soldiers arrive. Too late, he can hear the shouting from the direction they're headed in, and Wash curses under his breath, stopping dead in his tracks, the gears turning in his head over the mental map of the base he's drawn in his mind, they're moving here, okay, no, we can still make it, we just need to keep moving. ]
Back here, back here. Keep moving. York, [ Just calling back to him, as they hurry through the snow, ] York, you have a stunner?
[ From one of the guards that Daryl disarmed. Wash is not saying it directly, there's no use in that, but they've talked enough over their plans to know that if it came down to it, they'll stay and fight and just -- try their best to cover Lakshmi's escape. ]