![]() ![]() “Of course.” Finally, a small smile from Caitlyn he took one from her and walked away, squinting a little at the light rays reflected by the Hammer as he went. Get into position yourself - we’re running out of time.” Well, unless one counted political reasons. It was a blatant attempt by the statesmen to expand their influence on the Piltover Police Force - and for no good reason. She wasn’t happy with that executive order about the new weapon. I trust you. She didn’t look back at him, but instead marked out some more new information on her diagrams he stuffed the notebook into his pocket, knowing how stressed she must be. I don’t expect anything so catastrophic, but if it does get to that point, you will have to shoulder the heaviest of all our burdens. You will be our last failsafe if something goes terribly, terribly wrong, Caitlyn wrote in her elegant but sharp handwriting, and he couldn’t help but look up at her as she listened intently into her voice comms. In it was a list of instructions it seemed like he would once again act the role of overwatch team leader and technical consultant. ![]() “Is that Vi?” He asked, catching the notebook she threw in his direction. Although she was the commander of this operation, she would soon join her own team as a sniper. ![]() “Is everyone in position?” The sheriff spoke, one hand on her own rifle. Caitlyn was the one who addressed him tensely, sitting at the head of the table with three screens around her and several blueprints on the table, listening intently to the reports of her teams. Vi was already gone when he arrived, throwing on a mostly navy blue uniform as he stepped off the van. Instead her eyes rolled back and she fell to the floor, surcoming to the poison in her lungs. All she had to do was step forward, then everything would be alright. Wanting to tell him what she had never been brave enough to tell him before. The one that he would have whenever she would tease him. The one that she would catch on his face when she noticed him looking. She wanted to say something funny, something that would make him smile. He looked panicked, oxygen mask on his face. “Vi!” Looking up to see him at the top of thr stairs. Vision was going fuzzy, feeling the chemicals slowly affecting her. Blood flowing from her leg with every step. How had those other guys made it down the stairs? Shuffling her way along the wall as she fought to breath. It was almost instant that her head began to spin however, gripping the wall for support. Stepping back around the corner, no bullets this time. ![]() But this? What had Jayce said before on the coms? Something about it not being what they thought it was? She needed to get out, now. What is this stuff? She had been exposed to other crowd control tools before tear gas, knock out gas, flash bombs. It singed her lungs, coughing as she choked. Unable to hold it any longer, she gasped for air, but was instead greeted by the chemical mixture. Her lungs were burning again, tears welling up in her eyes. Fighting didn’t seem like the best option at the moment. She would have to wait until they ether passed out or made it down. Vi began to follow but one looked back, firing more shots and forcing her to take cover again. Both turned and headed to the stairs, making their escape. Hearing the sound of coughing from where the gun fire had come, peeking around to see their weapons were no longer pointed at her. Going out the window was still an option, but she was running out of time and breaking down a door would be difficult with a wounded leg. Contentplating trying to break into one of the abandoned apartments again. Grunting as she pushed her back to the wall and waited for the shots stopped, trying to regain herself and keep her focus.ĭamn. Almost losing her breath as the pain flooded in and blood flooded out. She jumped back, bullets speeding by, one grazing her leg. The other stairwell was in view as she turned a corner, but so was the sound of gun fire. Clenching her jaw and telling herself to push on, that it wouldn’t be much longer. Feeling her lungs burning, begging for fresh oxygen. Running without breathing was proving to be more difficult then she thought. The strap hooking onto one of the fingers. The haze was thick, creating a foggy mist that blurred her vision as she ran through the long halls. ![]()
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