Time training at the shooting range paid off quite well, Bast noticed disconnectedly. The other four men had been taken out quickly by the squad, shot with stun bolts. Hopefully none had heart issues as the electric shock could lead to unintended consequences. Why was she thinking about potential heart failure now? Falynn was the medic. The shots seemed distant, and she felt as if she were floating gently above the recently finished shootout. Corran had run straight in... not quite what she intended, but it had worked. Kriff him for running into danger, though. She liked, no, cared for, the boy. Bast’s wandering and unfocused mind was so far from her body, she had to press the hot muzzle of her blaster to her arm to come back to the moment.The doctors had said this might happen in stressful situations, and she needed to focus or she could end up dead.
Her mind regained clarity none too soon. A low whistle echoed off of the rough streets and grimy buildings. A gang member signaling? It was definitely not a musically inclined passerby. Only a breath after, three shots sounded. With a quick glance at the others the woman took off at a quick jog toward the sound. As she approached, the smell of burning grew stronger, but, oddly, no one had been injured or, seemingly, even targeted. Why waste bolts, she wondered. Was this a trap she had walked into? It was not often Bast barged forward into potentially dangerous and unknown situations, so her previously clouded mind was now on high alert, listening for footsteps, looking for movement, testing the air for cologne.
“We’ve got your frie-end,” came taunting, gravelly voice. The skin on the nape of Bast’s neck prickled and she backed up, looking for cover with the others.
“Come out, and lay down the gun, then get on your knees. I will ask once.” Bast‘s reply was equally cold. Clearly the ‘friend’ was Haji, and she was in no mood for a game of cat-and-mouse when it came to rescuing him. As per usual, the suspect did not find it necessary to comply. Running footfalls were the only response.
Out of the corner of her trained eye, the detective caught a closing door. “He is making a run for it- the Lucky Lekku, I believe.“ And with that, the ranger plunged into the dark hallway.
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Her mind regained clarity none too soon. A low whistle echoed off of the rough streets and grimy buildings. A gang member signaling? It was definitely not a musically inclined passerby. Only a breath after, three shots sounded. With a quick glance at the others the woman took off at a quick jog toward the sound. As she approached, the smell of burning grew stronger, but, oddly, no one had been injured or, seemingly, even targeted. Why waste bolts, she wondered. Was this a trap she had walked into? It was not often Bast barged forward into potentially dangerous and unknown situations, so her previously clouded mind was now on high alert, listening for footsteps, looking for movement, testing the air for cologne.
“We’ve got your frie-end,” came taunting, gravelly voice. The skin on the nape of Bast’s neck prickled and she backed up, looking for cover with the others.
“Come out, and lay down the gun, then get on your knees. I will ask once.” Bast‘s reply was equally cold. Clearly the ‘friend’ was Haji, and she was in no mood for a game of cat-and-mouse when it came to rescuing him. As per usual, the suspect did not find it necessary to comply. Running footfalls were the only response.
Out of the corner of her trained eye, the detective caught a closing door. “He is making a run for it- the Lucky Lekku, I believe.“ And with that, the ranger plunged into the dark hallway.
@TerranSteel @FireSong @Styx