Mr_No said:
sundin13 said:
"Well, uhhh...." Simon said, his mind racing, but unable to form much of a sentence. Deciding to let his skills speak for themselves, he suddenly flung the vent grate at Dylan, deflecting any bullets that may have been fired. Then, sliding himself forward, Simon flipped out of the maintenance shaft, landing on his feet in the middle of the War Room. As he fell, Simon let just five bullets fall from his pocket. In a flash, he removed his five shot revolver from his belt and caught the bullets in the chamber. Four of them slid in no problem, but the fifth bounced off of the gun and fell to the floor. Pointing the gun upward with incredible speed, the chamber slid into place, loaded with 4/5 bullets as he pointed it in Dylan's direction.
Looking around the room with the corner of his eye, he saw that most eyes were on him (although some passengers seemed remarkably unphased), and a few guns were already pointed at his own head. "Hello, I'm Simon," he said to the room, hoping they weren't so unstable as to shoot on sight. Lt. Tear could explain this...hell, even Max could speak up and say something, but in the middle of all of these people, the wheels were spinning in his head, but his thoughts weren't going anywhere.
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Dylan Sommers
Dylan tried to push the grate away from where he was lying. He looked down and saw Simon, aiming at him.
"Oh fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck." he whispered, "He got me this time. Well... time to face the music."
He slid himself forward towards the maintenance shaft opening, but he went through it and fell onto the war room floor on his back.
"ARGH!! FUCK!!" Dylan moaned and squirmed in pain on the floor. Simon had his gun on him, and Dylan looked at him at the eye, "Okay Simon. You got me. Aagh! Please, be gentle."
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