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.
“Sounds like trouble.”Deejay shifted and raised his rifle, twin tactical lights shining down the dark hall.
“Nothing there that I can see…but you might wanna hurry up.”
“Yeah, well revenge is here so it needs to back off.” Vendetta snickered, even in situations like this she had to crack at least one joke. She returned to her search of finding her rifle. “Found it.” She grinned wide, quickly picking it up off the ground and resting it by her side. “See anything yet?”
