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Forlorn Hope - PBF
Natiliana:
Ira was mid-way through describing her injury when a thought occurred, "...so it hurts, but it's not getting worse... umm, do you have a spare gun or something?... I think his exploded." she states, looking back down down the hallway.
Silhar:
"Well, a shitload, if you are able to take care of a gene-lock...", sneered DeReeve, straightening - to show weapons shoved everywhere behind belts and into pockets. "Take what you want, but only if what you want is locked BA-41."
Xander Morhaime:
Climbing over the low guard rail surrounding the large support struts was a simple enough matter. Placing the BlastPacks was a bit more complicated, but it was really only a matter of time until the support was wired for demolition as well, especially with the instructions provided in the DataLink.
Of course, by now this left Viggo with no BlastPacks remaining.
Natiliana:
It took a bit of explaining, but Ira eventually picked up that she couldn't use a locked weapon; after realizing that her inquisition cost a fair bit of time, she turned about and sprinted back to Viggo; redder then before.
Gargulec:
'About time' said Viggo dryly, when Ira returned. 'Now, I just need your explosives.'
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