[He gives her an appraising look. Then, he simply makes a clipped sort of hum, not revealing whether his verdict is approval or dismissal. He looks away.]
You think it's your city? Last I checked it was theirs.
[He moves back to those buildings, from which the muffled gunfire had come. A side door opens from the right, and out steps a young woman wearing a gun with a silencer over her shoulder, a crowbar and hunting knife at her hip, and a look just as detached as the man's. Her blonde hair is drawn in a ponytail but still hangs long enough that it drapes down the back of her denim jacket.
To the left comes the sound of footsteps on metal, followed by a softer thud. With pink running shoes dangling between the rails of an escape stair, another girl has taken a seat, wearing the twin gun of the girl below, but also what appears to be a baseball done up in true apocalyptic fashion; nails hammered through it. Her short-cropped hair frames the smile on her face. The girl calls out, eyes fixed on Ryder.]
"It's a live one!"
[The man looks up.]
Cecilia, your mark was off by twelve inches on your third and fifth. You can't afford to be that sloppy, you hear me?
[The smile freezes on Cecilia's face twitching and twisting into a grimace. She speaks in a forced grumble.]
"Consider it heard."
[The other one speaks up, a similar drawl, though leaning more to a snobby Californian teenager than the true stocism she might be aiming for.]
West end's a bust. Cecily's side's the better vantage for now.
[The man's mouth presses, then he nods. This seems to cheer Cecily. She goes ahead and kicks down the latter, offering them an avenue up.]
Maddison, you're on watch.[With that dismissal, she climbs up to meet her sister and the man turns back to Ryder.] If you truly know this city, I'd appreciate information. You also claimed being able to get me and my daughters things. Was that true? Or should I write that off as lies said in desperation? And for that matter, what exactly is it are you supposing got messed up? If you can make it quick, I'll listen here and now, but if you can't, you best get your partner and head on up before more dead come crawling this way.
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You think it's your city? Last I checked it was theirs.
[He moves back to those buildings, from which the muffled gunfire had come. A side door opens from the right, and out steps a young woman wearing a gun with a silencer over her shoulder, a crowbar and hunting knife at her hip, and a look just as detached as the man's. Her blonde hair is drawn in a ponytail but still hangs long enough that it drapes down the back of her denim jacket.
To the left comes the sound of footsteps on metal, followed by a softer thud. With pink running shoes dangling between the rails of an escape stair, another girl has taken a seat, wearing the twin gun of the girl below, but also what appears to be a baseball done up in true apocalyptic fashion; nails hammered through it. Her short-cropped hair frames the smile on her face. The girl calls out, eyes fixed on Ryder.]
"It's a live one!"
[The man looks up.]
Cecilia, your mark was off by twelve inches on your third and fifth. You can't afford to be that sloppy, you hear me?
[The smile freezes on Cecilia's face twitching and twisting into a grimace. She speaks in a forced grumble.]
"Consider it heard."
[The other one speaks up, a similar drawl, though leaning more to a snobby Californian teenager than the true stocism she might be aiming for.]
West end's a bust. Cecily's side's the better vantage for now.
[The man's mouth presses, then he nods. This seems to cheer Cecily. She goes ahead and kicks down the latter, offering them an avenue up.]
Maddison, you're on watch.[With that dismissal, she climbs up to meet her sister and the man turns back to Ryder.] If you truly know this city, I'd appreciate information. You also claimed being able to get me and my daughters things. Was that true? Or should I write that off as lies said in desperation? And for that matter, what exactly is it are you supposing got messed up? If you can make it quick, I'll listen here and now, but if you can't, you best get your partner and head on up before more dead come crawling this way.