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"The police are sending in more units!"
Clover let out an annoyed tsk, trying to tune out Bain's voice in her ear as she ran into a store in the now empty mall and ducked behind the counter. Dragan joined her seconds later, pulling first aid kits out of the bag over his shoulder. She gave a small nod of appreciation, until she realized that he'd put six on the counter already and didn't show any signs of stopping.
"Shite, how many o' those do you fuckin' 'ave?!"
"Fourteen," He said, now mostly distracted by arranging the first aid kits into a neat line. Clover successfully fought the urge to knock one of them over as Dragan straightened up, looking immensely proud of his work.
"Why th' 'ell would we even need tha' many?" She scoffed, just as a cloaker crashed in from a ceiling vent.