calculatingvictor asked:
"What are we doing here?" Deejay shifted his grip on his rifle, sweeping the area with his helmets taclights.
“I could ask you the same thing…” She replied quietly, her hands patting the ground in search for her own weapon. “Do you remember how we got here?” Vendetta questioned, squinting her eyes at the shine of his light.
“To behonest, I agree with you completely. This place stinks of rot and chemical run off…”He paused, tilting his taclight down the tunnel.
“Think our exits that way. I can see a ladder…probably leads up to a manhole.”
Now that she no longer had to squint at his bright taclight, she stood and wiped her hands on her shirt. “Great, as long as we can get out of here.” Vendetta smiled softly, the smell hadn’t really bothered her, she’d smelled worse. The vulnerability in the dark was what bothered her. “Let’s go.”
