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Rep stared. He stared because he couldn't believe, his brain just dug in its heels and ground to a halt, everything slowed and all the grinding gears of his capacity for denial spun into action. Allan mattered. Allan was one of the most important people in his life, one of the few people he'd classed as truly good. Truly good people were so important because they gave him faith that the world was worth living in, that there was something redeeming there to save.

"Allan." he said, and his voice was small and weak, broken. "It's me, Rep. We are here. We are here." it was a mantra and the best he could do, aware that if the strongest of them found himself here, that they were just mere power blips in comparison, he didn't know what they could do.

Save Simon. It made his gut wrench. He knew the feeling, the desperate almost animal need for his other half and couldn't help but in a brief flicker imagine himself there, think of the way he'd be feeling with Harrison gone, trapped, restrained, broken. The grief almost made it hard to breathe and he knew then and there he would do anything to help both of them make it back.

He closed the distance, tense and terrified. "We'll find him." he stammered, reaching out tenatively to the bonds. "But we need to free you first."

Because he had to save him. He had to save him. He hadn't been able to save her. He couldn't let this happen, he'd worked so hard, he'd tried so ******** hard to become strong, to become the kind of person this didn't happen to. Good people didn't deserve this.

His hands shook, his eyes were wide and he was somewhere on the brink of tears and he couldn't tell if they were despair, rage or some combination of both.

"Do you know where he'll be?" he asked. Keep him talking, keep him conscious. Don't think.

[ Center Building ]

Sherry was also irritated. A fact which seemed to annoy her weapon. At least a little. Armagnac was rather pleased with this whole hitting people thing. THIS was what she wanted from a fight.

There were bullets, and they stung, but Sherry winced through that pain, forcing herself to smile, making a point to do so in the direction of Gale and Stormy, and others she recognized. All safe so far. Good, good.

Her mood WAS helped by the fact that her blade hit another guard, slicing in a very satisfying way.


HP: 42/60
Target: Sentries
Damage: 13

Boss HP: Dead?

Lighthouse

"You look like you've seen better days, Mark." He hesitated at first, breathing in through his nose and out his mouth before Wilson dared to approach the bleeding assistant. This was nothing. He'd seen worse, right? It was going to be okay. "Keep yourself together. We still need you." It was almost frightening how calm he managed to keep his voice when he bent down to try and tighten the bandages around Mark's wounds. It was the only good thing he could do at the moment given his lack of medical knowledge.

"Um. Out of time meaning what?"

LIGHTHOUSE

Mark took Robert's guidance with literally, open arms, as he tried to lean against the other as much as possible to minimize his own damage. "Laptop," he sluggishly pointed to the item on the ground, unable to carry it himself, "Don't worry about it let's- let's go."

The entire way to, Mark on staring forward, eyes disfocused. At last when they arrived at the walls, he made a quick decision. "Main headquarters. We gotta head to the security room."

"Runics, got it." Lex repeated, fiddling with the girl's bag and pulling out the tin of bandages, throwing them to Deryk. "Patch him up, he'll need it." He motioned to Kostya with one hand, using the other to continue to wrap Peyton's leg. "Breathe a little deeper, try to calm down. I'm going to have to carry you." He breathed, finishing the wrapping. If only he'd brought some pain killers with him.

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Lighthouse

Robert couldn't bend down now to pick up the laptop, but Mark ordered him to move on without it, and he wasn't concerned enough to pick it up. "Whatever you say, boss." He responded, moving quickly back towards the complex. When Wilson came by, Robert paused just enough to nudge his head back towards the computer. "Grab that, will you? He might need it." Robert thought there was one goal, in their mission. To destroy everything. Since nobody was doing a very good job of destroying, he had a feeling Mark - and his computer - were going to be their last hope.

"Okay. Here we go. Almost there." He kept talking, keeping Mark awake with the sound of his voice. "Oi, try to stay still, so we make it there in one piece. Check it out, though. Everyone's safe. We're exploring 'n s**t. Nobody's been attacked." He was completely unaware of what the other group had found, as of yet. "So we're gonna get in, get it done, and get out, right boss? Mark, look at me."

Robert bent in to make sure Mark's eyes were still correctly dilated. "Keep listening to my voice. Once we get s**t done, we'll go have a nap. Not yet. Keep them eyes open."

He carried Mark right into the main headquarters, and made quick, hasty decisions in order to try and figure out where the security room was located in order to get him there faster.

"Our building's way better, right boss?"

"Mimsy," Shiloh said, his voice quiet, almost shaking. He didn't know Simon personally, but he knew enough to know that this wasn't good at all. It felt like a lump was lodged in his throat, and he reached out for Ian, for anyone to hold onto.

"Pockets," his voice cracked, "Pockets, too, Mimsy."

MAIN HQ

Mark looked dazed. "Hmm - what? Oh yeah, I um, I-"

- The sound of gunfire interrupted them as they reached the main headquarters. They would have to take out the guards first - though thankfully there were already Hunters trying.