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G-man couldn't exactly run up and down the mall halls yelling out his brothers name. He didn't want to attract unwanted attention, after all. Who knew if the bandits were still around, if any had stayed behind, or what other unsavory beings might be lurking about! So, he had conducted his search in near silence, but with no real direction, hissing his brothers name into each store he found unlocked and open.

Their little base back at The Source was his ultimate destination, the last resort but his greatest hope, as it seemed like if Dasz would have hidden anywhere, it would have been there, but the worry that he might not be found in the electronics store had G-man scared to check it out sooner.

Eventually, however, he arrived outside it's barricaded doors. "Dasz?" He said, hesitating to go inside. "Dasz, are you in there?"

For once, G wasn't even annoyed by the usage of his full name. Instead, all he could feel was relief at that quiet voice that had replied. "Ya bro, it's me!" He sighed out.

"I'm comin in, alright? Uh...maybe a lil help though."

Damn barrier was way too affective.

He waited until there was enough of an opening for him to shimmy through, getting down on his stomach to do so. Once he had wiggled into the store, he stood up, and shoved the desk back into place, and turned towards his little brother.

He hadn't been out in the hallway when Dasz had been taken, did not know if they had hurt him or how badly. The sight that greeted him had him experiencing equal parts concern and anger all over again. "Shiiiiiiiiit, bro." He swore, and G-Man almost never swore out loud, often substituting the words for something else, usually something nonsensical.

G-Man himself was a sight to see, though in his case it was mostly blood of other people that covered him. His hands, mostly, which he had yet to clean, from holding Abby's wound closed. His clothes were stained here and there, and there was a long line of tacky blood running down the side of his face and coating some of his hair from where a bullet had grazed him.

"Ya, I bet it does." And there was almost nothing they could do about it, except maybe try and get some ice (if any of the food courts freezers were currently working). "Come on, lets sit down. You can tell me what happened."

"Dontcha go worrying over me, D. You're the one who got a botched up facelift." He moved over towards the couch with his brother while he spoke, but self consciously reached up to touch the part of his own head that ached and stung the most, feeling the cool stickiness of drying blood beneath his fingers and wincing slightly.

After sitting down, he listened to Dasz's explanation for what had gone down on his end of things.

"It's just like mom always said, though, right? Peeps become more the danger than the shamblers. We just gotta be smart, aight?"

He squinted at his brother then, taking in the damage. "Decision time, bro. You want a crooked nose and a story to tell your future spawnies or for me to try and fix that shizzle up?"