your_vice
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“... can you say... Shit!”
Lyra ducked down as the sky erupted and nearly shot her own foot in the process. The bullet hit the floor and ricocheted away into the darkness, towards the convoy. Fortunately, the guy who had spotted her was equally distracted. He ran a few steps away from her and stared at the convoy until the explosions had passed. His face had been illuminated for a few moments and Lyra had got a good look at him. She replaced the safety on her gun and the weapon dangled uselessly from her hand like a child's toy.
“god I hope my car’s ok”
Lyra was unsure what to do now. Approaching the convoy immediately after those explosions was going to be a bad idea. Interacting further with the guy whose silencer-equipped gun was bigger than hers was equally unwise. While he worried about the state of his car, Lyra turned on her heel and sprinted into the darkness, sending bits of rock and rubble skittering out from under her feet.
She had no clue what was happening, all she knew was that this was somewhere she definitely did not want to be. At least starvation was a relatively peaceful death.
She was hampered somewhat by her backpack but she had lowered her eyes away from the blast whereas he had been staring right at it. That meant she would be harder to find in the dark for a minute or two and she wouldn't need much longer than that to find a hiding place for her tiny frame. This guy wouldn't stay interested in her for long. He'd look around briefly and then go worry about his wheels.
Church and Lyra near the convoy, just after the explosions.
Lyra ducked down as the sky erupted and nearly shot her own foot in the process. The bullet hit the floor and ricocheted away into the darkness, towards the convoy. Fortunately, the guy who had spotted her was equally distracted. He ran a few steps away from her and stared at the convoy until the explosions had passed. His face had been illuminated for a few moments and Lyra had got a good look at him. She replaced the safety on her gun and the weapon dangled uselessly from her hand like a child's toy.
“god I hope my car’s ok”
Lyra was unsure what to do now. Approaching the convoy immediately after those explosions was going to be a bad idea. Interacting further with the guy whose silencer-equipped gun was bigger than hers was equally unwise. While he worried about the state of his car, Lyra turned on her heel and sprinted into the darkness, sending bits of rock and rubble skittering out from under her feet.
She had no clue what was happening, all she knew was that this was somewhere she definitely did not want to be. At least starvation was a relatively peaceful death.
She was hampered somewhat by her backpack but she had lowered her eyes away from the blast whereas he had been staring right at it. That meant she would be harder to find in the dark for a minute or two and she wouldn't need much longer than that to find a hiding place for her tiny frame. This guy wouldn't stay interested in her for long. He'd look around briefly and then go worry about his wheels.
Church and Lyra near the convoy, just after the explosions.