There it was. This wasn't just an assassination, this was a rescue. Dima was the real goal of this venture and Crix's expandability shot through the roof. He'd walked into a den of killers thinking he was the threat, now he was the target.
Fuck.
Crix's mind calculated the moves he'd need to make to take the two guards at the door. That wasn't the hard part, the hard part would be stopping Kirigan. The moment the excitement started the spider would make a run for it, and if Crix had to juggle the blade of Ines at the same time as dealing with everything else, well, he'd be a pin cushion before he could open fire on the guards.
His pulse drummed in his temples as his masked face met Ines. The Assassin was positioned directly in front of Kirigan. Then suddenly he had a plan. Crix widened his stance his hands settled on his blasters and he started counting the seconds. Everything had to go perfectly, or he was dead. The blind faith he was taking in a killer made no sense, but there wasn't another option.
Crix's adrenal glands were wide open, the indentured servant who'd tried to serve him wine shook with fear the still full glass teetered. Ines was impassive, unreadable, and his only hope. Was this it, was this the end of his revenge, would he die another disenfranchised human whose anguish would never know vindication?
The glass of honied wine tipped. A flurry of motion went into action. Crix's hands moved with practiced precision as he flourished the guns out of their holsters slapping the stun lever and firing in the breath of heartbeat. His blasters spit stun bolts aimed directly toward Ines center mass. He hoped beyond hope they'd come to the same conclusion he had, that they'd seen possibility where hope was bearly a glimmer.
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Fuck.
Crix's mind calculated the moves he'd need to make to take the two guards at the door. That wasn't the hard part, the hard part would be stopping Kirigan. The moment the excitement started the spider would make a run for it, and if Crix had to juggle the blade of Ines at the same time as dealing with everything else, well, he'd be a pin cushion before he could open fire on the guards.
His pulse drummed in his temples as his masked face met Ines. The Assassin was positioned directly in front of Kirigan. Then suddenly he had a plan. Crix widened his stance his hands settled on his blasters and he started counting the seconds. Everything had to go perfectly, or he was dead. The blind faith he was taking in a killer made no sense, but there wasn't another option.
Crix's adrenal glands were wide open, the indentured servant who'd tried to serve him wine shook with fear the still full glass teetered. Ines was impassive, unreadable, and his only hope. Was this it, was this the end of his revenge, would he die another disenfranchised human whose anguish would never know vindication?
The glass of honied wine tipped. A flurry of motion went into action. Crix's hands moved with practiced precision as he flourished the guns out of their holsters slapping the stun lever and firing in the breath of heartbeat. His blasters spit stun bolts aimed directly toward Ines center mass. He hoped beyond hope they'd come to the same conclusion he had, that they'd seen possibility where hope was bearly a glimmer.
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