I've been smoked out of heaven
I won't go down easy
Chatty bunch, aren’t we? If I recall right, the big man wasn’t big on words in a battle situation, but I’m beginning to think that extends to most situations now. So I go ahead an’ do the polite leg work, consderin’ he didn’t really do any introductions. “So you’re Deimos, right?” I ask. An’ then I turn to the last guy, who smiles an’ seems to be eager to get a move on. Got an accent, too. Fancy. I stick out my hand to shake an’ fix ‘im with a gruff smile’a my own. “I’m Raza. You?” Ok, now we can get down to business.
Followin’ the big guy down the tunnel, I pick the right side an’ scan as I slowly walk along. Seems to me that if they’re white, they’ll stand out in this place. But I’ll take a close look in ‘my’ section anyway, neither walkin’ too quickly to miss somethin’ nor too slowly as to fall behind.
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Raza drifts towards the right side of the tunnel and looks.
may not be brave, but I'm stubborn as hell
RAZA
