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He cursed when he looked up and found the corner empty. Without looking he retracted the comby stick, it made a squelching sound and jerked as it pulled away from the body at his feet; flourescent green starting to mix into the water that soaked the ground.
She could not have gotten far. He'll come back to clean up. There was still one more and she remained in danger. To her credit she was nimble and clever. She had slipped from the bad bloods and himself more than once.
He took to the roof. The high vantage point would give him a better chance of spotting her. The water didn't bother him or his technology as he tapped into the computer at his wrist changing the modes of his visor. There she was.
Scuttling under the massive transformers along the outside wall of the building. She was reaching the end of it and cover. She would be forced to make a dash accross open space to reach the fence or the vehicles.
Not far off, the remaining bad blood.
She huddled against the wall, craning her neck around the corner. One of those things was there as if just waiting for her to show her self. Shit! She shivered and attempted to push her wet hair from her eyes. The dark was bad enough, the rain wasn't helping.
"Come out, come out, ooman" it taunted like something out of horror movie. Except she couldnt wake up.
The other one slipped in front of her, dropping out of nowhere. The scream froze in her throat, choaking her. Her breath painfully caught in her chest. It loomed both arms braced on the wall around her. He wasn't taking chances letting her run this time. Except his focus wasn't on her, it was on the one standing in the parking lot. A string of quiet snarls and clicks came from him.
"I have slain your friends Bad blood. Leave with your life and I will hunt you another day. Stay, and you die now."
