"Christ, I don't know who you are but you aren't being helpful." She screamed as she pulled him down the alley. Gunfire pinged off the walls around them.
"My designation is Sparrow zero-fifteen. And I am here to keep you alive." He pulled her into an open doorway and threw something back into the alley. "Cover your ears."
A wave of pressured forced its way through the alley; knocking over trash cans and frightening a few cats. "That didn't do a whole lot."
"Please, stay down." He forced her down and pushed himself over her, "The initial pressure wave is always small. Brace yourself, please Miss Wallace."
Just as he leaned over her the pressure wave came rushing back to the container he dropped. "Again, not doing anything." As the last words escaped her lips the wave expanded out again. This time it threw everything out of its path and up against the walls, including the gunmen; knocking them unconscious.
"Now, if you would follow me I will lead us to safety, Miss Wallace." He stood and offered his hand to help her up.
She shoved his hand away, "I don't need your help. I was plenty safe before you showed up." She stood up and forced her way past him.
"Yes, you were doing a great job of being chased down a dark alley by thugs with guns. You had everything under control." He pulled his hood up and turned away. "I hate to use a cliche, but come with me if you want to live."
"That is cliche and it is awful. Why would I want to go with you?"
"Your continued survival depends upon it. Aren't you wondering about the men who were just shooting at you?"
"Black suits. Brown ties. Crappy haircuts. Badger brotherhood. Or maybe that damned spider cult again. Its hard to keep track of everyone who wants to kill me to raise some ancient deity, or gain ultimate power, or whatever awful thing is happening this week." She began walking towards the unconscious gunmen.
"Do you think it is wise to to rouse them?"
She knelt down near their bodies and mumbled a few words in an ancient tongue. "I don't think they're going to wake up anytime soon after that sleepy charm. And ooh, look at that," She pointed at small symbol on their left hands, "Leverage Brotherhood. They don't stop by often." She began going through one of their pockets.
"Stealing from the unconscious is frowned upon by society, is it not?"
"Typically, but standard rules don't apply to cases like mine."
"My designation is Sparrow zero-fifteen. And I am here to keep you alive." He pulled her into an open doorway and threw something back into the alley. "Cover your ears."
A wave of pressured forced its way through the alley; knocking over trash cans and frightening a few cats. "That didn't do a whole lot."
"Please, stay down." He forced her down and pushed himself over her, "The initial pressure wave is always small. Brace yourself, please Miss Wallace."
Just as he leaned over her the pressure wave came rushing back to the container he dropped. "Again, not doing anything." As the last words escaped her lips the wave expanded out again. This time it threw everything out of its path and up against the walls, including the gunmen; knocking them unconscious.
"Now, if you would follow me I will lead us to safety, Miss Wallace." He stood and offered his hand to help her up.
She shoved his hand away, "I don't need your help. I was plenty safe before you showed up." She stood up and forced her way past him.
"Yes, you were doing a great job of being chased down a dark alley by thugs with guns. You had everything under control." He pulled his hood up and turned away. "I hate to use a cliche, but come with me if you want to live."
"That is cliche and it is awful. Why would I want to go with you?"
"Your continued survival depends upon it. Aren't you wondering about the men who were just shooting at you?"
"Black suits. Brown ties. Crappy haircuts. Badger brotherhood. Or maybe that damned spider cult again. Its hard to keep track of everyone who wants to kill me to raise some ancient deity, or gain ultimate power, or whatever awful thing is happening this week." She began walking towards the unconscious gunmen.
"Do you think it is wise to to rouse them?"
She knelt down near their bodies and mumbled a few words in an ancient tongue. "I don't think they're going to wake up anytime soon after that sleepy charm. And ooh, look at that," She pointed at small symbol on their left hands, "Leverage Brotherhood. They don't stop by often." She began going through one of their pockets.
"Stealing from the unconscious is frowned upon by society, is it not?"
"Typically, but standard rules don't apply to cases like mine."
