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.
“All the way to street level I’d wager…keep going, I’ll be right behind you.”That was a drone he was hearing…probably a QR-47 Jacker. Nasty things…7.62mm machine guns, micro missiles…you didn’t want to tangle with one on open ground for sure.
“Alright.” She continued to climb up until she made it to the top, tossing her rifle out first before she climbed out herself. “This place is unfamiliar to me.” Vendetta told him as she looked around
