07-27-2016, 03:29 PM
The rabbit sighed, tapping her earpiece to talk to the captain. "I'm taking Claire with me. I don't think I can take on Carlton alone."
Silence for a moment. "Fine. Just keep her safe, okay?"
"Got it."
She sighed, stopping to wait for Blink. A few minutes later, it was obvious that it wasn't gonna work out. So she began trekking back toward the surface, to find Claire herself. As it turned out, that maybe wasn't a good idea, because she had no idea where the heck she was. It seemed like all there was in the halls were dull gray tile and concrete. She grumbled softly, before turning and nearly having a heart attack. She yelped, jumping back, before realizing exactly who had shocked her. It was Claire!
"Whoa, whoa, hey. Sorry," said the teleporter, chuckling at Hopps' overreaction.
"Don't worry, it's okay. Now, ya ready or what?"
Claire simply nodded. So they began discussing a plan. There was talk of teleporting inside, but that was quickly shot down by Ferguson, as she hadn't ever seen the room Vision was in. Then there was the idea of climbing through the vents, but Claire couldn't fit in the vents. So the only thing left to do?
Bust down the door.
--
"I won't-t-t talk, Lord Carlton," the red-skinned android said, staring the red-suited man down. The glitch in his speech had been toned down, but it was still present, and would be until he was repaired.
"Oh, but you will," said man shot back, smiling a devilish grin. He had won, after all. Ferguson had been disabled from the mission, and now the others were called off. Now all that was left was to capture them. They had soldiers heading toward the jet now.
--
"FREEZE! You're coming with u- huh?" There was nobody there. The jet was empty. The three present guards shared panicked glances as a silent argument broke out between them. What the hell would they do now? After a moment, one of them bit the bullet, and grabbed his walkie-talkie.
"Sir. We've got a problem."
--
"They're gone?!" The man's face was twisted with rage as he heard this. The Vision simply smiled.
"Heck yeah, we're gone," said an unfamiliar voice. Two people ran into the room, and a gunshot echoed throughout the building. The Lord's gun was blasted out of his hands, to which he cursed angrily. Ferguson and Hopps stood in front of the broken door, the smaller of the two brandishing a pistol.
"You idiots. Do you really think you've won?!" the man yelled, though he couldn't keep the slight fear out of his voice.
"Absolutely," replied Blink, closing the door behind them.
Silence for a moment. "Fine. Just keep her safe, okay?"
"Got it."
She sighed, stopping to wait for Blink. A few minutes later, it was obvious that it wasn't gonna work out. So she began trekking back toward the surface, to find Claire herself. As it turned out, that maybe wasn't a good idea, because she had no idea where the heck she was. It seemed like all there was in the halls were dull gray tile and concrete. She grumbled softly, before turning and nearly having a heart attack. She yelped, jumping back, before realizing exactly who had shocked her. It was Claire!
"Whoa, whoa, hey. Sorry," said the teleporter, chuckling at Hopps' overreaction.
"Don't worry, it's okay. Now, ya ready or what?"
Claire simply nodded. So they began discussing a plan. There was talk of teleporting inside, but that was quickly shot down by Ferguson, as she hadn't ever seen the room Vision was in. Then there was the idea of climbing through the vents, but Claire couldn't fit in the vents. So the only thing left to do?
Bust down the door.
--
"I won't-t-t talk, Lord Carlton," the red-skinned android said, staring the red-suited man down. The glitch in his speech had been toned down, but it was still present, and would be until he was repaired.
"Oh, but you will," said man shot back, smiling a devilish grin. He had won, after all. Ferguson had been disabled from the mission, and now the others were called off. Now all that was left was to capture them. They had soldiers heading toward the jet now.
--
"FREEZE! You're coming with u- huh?" There was nobody there. The jet was empty. The three present guards shared panicked glances as a silent argument broke out between them. What the hell would they do now? After a moment, one of them bit the bullet, and grabbed his walkie-talkie.
"Sir. We've got a problem."
--
"They're gone?!" The man's face was twisted with rage as he heard this. The Vision simply smiled.
"Heck yeah, we're gone," said an unfamiliar voice. Two people ran into the room, and a gunshot echoed throughout the building. The Lord's gun was blasted out of his hands, to which he cursed angrily. Ferguson and Hopps stood in front of the broken door, the smaller of the two brandishing a pistol.
"You idiots. Do you really think you've won?!" the man yelled, though he couldn't keep the slight fear out of his voice.
"Absolutely," replied Blink, closing the door behind them.