(Aaand cut. I'm sorry, but I am very tired. We'll timeskip to the cell's hidey-hole tomorrow, if that sounds good to you?)
Steelheart-esque roleplay.
(Yeah, goodnight)
(Timeskip to arrival, catacomb levels.)
Zack tossed his rifle onto the cot, and kicked off his boots. He was lax for a Reckoner, Misty had said, but it didn't make him any less good at his job. He just had a tendency for overdoing it. Mitch came in with the girl slung over his shoulder, and Zack motioned him to the other room. Mitch took rope from his bag, but Zack waved it off.
"We need to let her trust us at least a little," Zack whispered. Misty was out like a light in the other room, and she needed rest. As did Mitch, it seems; he had bags under his eyes, and had to shake himself awake. Zack snapped his fingers, "I'll chat with her, you best get some rest."
Mitch didn't complain.
Hazel grunted as Mitch set her down. She couldn't believe her bad luck. She was in the process of planning her escape, but she was actually tired, mucking her thoughts with exhaustion. She looked up as Zack entered the room.
Zack sat down, realizing his own tiredness. He sighed, and looked up to see Hazel's eyes staring at him, heavy but open. Smiling, he started, "I suppose I oughta thank you for saving my life."
She smiled back." Well… you could just let me go."
"Heh. You wish, sister. You're too curious, for me to let you go right away. So long as you don't give me trouble in the next few minutes, I won't have too hold you long."
Hazel gave him a distrusting look." Really, well then sure, I'd love to be poked and prodded at by you to see what makes me tick. But," She sighed going against her nature." what do you want?" She had to get out before she was found by anyone.
Zack gave her a crooked glance. Did she think that being snarky was going to do her any good? He tryed keeping his usual tone as he continued, but the edge he felt was there in his voice ss he spoke, "Hey, can you relax? We've both had a long day, I get it, darlin', but that don't mean you gotta be all huff about it!"
He took a long breath, then went on, "Why did you save me? An Epic, save a Reckoner, from another Epic. You know how stupid that sounds?"
" What can I say, I literally have no answers for you." She said
Zack narrowed his eyes, quickly growing annoyed by her lack of cooperation. He stood up, no longer trying to play friendly, "Oh, you have answers. And I have no intention of letting you run off until I get my answers. You decided to save me by killing Scorcher. Why?"
"I had no choice, you were about to become fried Zack, and contrary to popular belief, not all epics are bad."
At this Zack raised an eyebrow, "Not all Epics. There are others like you?"
His mind raced. The Faithful, those annoying chatterboxes, might've been more right than Zack was willing to admit. He stifled that thought.
Hazel froze for a moment," No, just me as far as I know, but it's enough."
Zack turned away from her as she said that. He told himself that was exactly what he had expected, but in reality his hope had blossomed very quickly. And it was shot down just as fast.
He glanced over his shoulder, not facing her directly, "Feel free to stay the night. Rest up. I want you gone by noon. We move after that, and Enforcement will not be happy if an Epic vanishes with the Reckoners."
She laughed." They don't know I'm here, and you're gonne get me out of here because if I do get caught it will be your fault."
"Are you trying to push your luck? I want you to rest. And you are in no position to argue. Sleep. I'll be in the other room if you need me." And with that Zack left Hazel's little hole-room, no lock or barricade keeping her in. There was bedding, and a water bottle. Zack settled into his cot, setting his gun beneath him. He closed his eyes, but left his ears open, waiting to see if she would make a move.
Hazel got up, she could escape if she wanted to right now, but instead she grabbed the water bottle and laid on her bedding. She fell into a light sleep.
(Once again, sorry for the sparse answers. I need to conk out, but before I do, if you know anyone who has read these books, feel free to invite them. We need someone to shake things up a bit, aya? Good night)
(K, good night)
Zack awoke to the sound of gunfire.
He was up off the cot with a hand on his rifle by the time he was fully aware of what was happening. From the looks of it, the rest of his cell was just as spooked as he was. Without speaking, he motioned for them to close shop. They obeyed instantly. Zack poked his head through the way they came in. Nothing. He climbed out into the street.
Three Enforcement officers stood with their guns smoking, a dozen civilians dead in front of them. Zack went back inside.
"Enforcement is sweeping the area, scrubbing out possible witnesses. We need to get gone," he said to the team. He went into Hazel's room, knocking before he came in.
Hazel was already up and dressed,"Come in." she said. Then more shots rang out.
They were closer this time.