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Mirage was out of breath by the time he made it to safety. Bleeding from a bullet to the shoulder, he was fortunate that his pursuers had taken the bait and confused his decoy for him. There was no possible way he would have made it out otherwise. Now all he had to do was find Pathfinder. He hoped his partner hadn’t been eliminated while he was running. It would be just like Pathfinder to get himself killed providing cover fire so a wounded teammate could escape.
He heard a soft click of metal on cement and turned his head. “Pathfinder?” he said hopefully.
There was no answer, which meant it wasn’t Pathfinder. If someone had told Pathfinder to stay quiet, he would have answered the person calling him to tell them that he wasn’t allowed to answer them because he was being quiet. On edge, he gripped his gun tightly and surveyed his surroundings.
“Shit,” he muttered under his breath. He was very much aware of the fact that he was being hunted right now. The only question was, by whom?
He heard a soft tip-tapping coming up behind him and spun around, catching Ash in the act of sneaking up on him…and then everything went dark.
Ash stood completely still, her blank face belying the absolute shock she was in. Blood and gore splattered her mask, the wall, and the gravel below. She was not expecting Mirage’s head to randomly vaporize like that. Either he had one hell of a brain tumor, or…
“KALEB!” she screamed angrily.
Revenant held his arms out on either side of him, as though questioning what he’d done to warrant being yelled at this time. “Why are you screaming? Do you want everyone to know where we are?” He flicked an eyeball off her shoulder and picked a piece of brain matter out of the fabric of her jumpsuit. “You’ve got a bit of red on you.”
Ash grabbed his arm and twisted it painfully. He dislocated it just enough to jerk it back and snapped it back into place. Angrily, she poked him in the chest as she confronted him.
“That was my kill!”
He looked over her shoulder at the puddle of gore left behind. “Yeah, and you did a pretty good job, from the looks of it.”
“I didn’t kill him!” she snapped back. “You stole my kill!”
“Me? I didn’t kill him! Are you sure you didn’t do it and forget? Maybe your other half did it.”
Leigh suddenly butted in, “Wasn’t me, either.”
Ash growled and gave Revenant a shove. “Of course it wasn’t me! That was a shotgun blast that took him out, and I’m using a Kraber!”
“I’m pretty sure a Kraber could take a man’s head off, Dollface,” he said condescendingly.
“I was standing three feet behind him! Why would I use a sniper rifle at close range?”
“What, you’ve never hip fired a sniper rifle before because it was all you’ve got?” he asked.
“No, because that’s a completely asinine way to use a sniper rifle when I can literally just use this!” she said, slipping her sword out of its sheath and letting it slide back in.
“Well it couldn’t have been me! I have a Spitfire!” Revenant said before waving the gun in her face.
Ash realized he had his finger on the trigger and grabbed the muzzle to push it out of her face. It was times like this where she remembered that Revenant treated gun safety like a suggestion rather than a rule.
“Well if I didn’t kill him and you didn’t kill him, who did, Kaleb?” she demanded.
As the two of them argued, neither of them saw the looming figure creeping up on them both. Slowly, Pathfinder raised his gun, aiming it at Ash’s head. If he was quick, he could take Revenant out before he had a chance to respond to his girlfriend’s elimination, and he could avenge his duo partner’s death.
A spray of sparks alerted both Ash and Revenant to Pathfinder’s presence. The wall was splattered with oil and machine lubricants as the mangled mass of frayed wires and shattered glass that used to be a head smoked and hissed. They could smell burnt plastic, fried electronics, and ozone wafting off of him from where he fell.
Ash looked at Revenant and he shrugged. She gestured wildly in disbelief and he waved his hand at what was left of Pathfinder and threw his arms up as he failed to come up with an explanation. They both turned their head to the direction of the gunshot.
Crawling around on top of a Peacekeeper was none other than Ash’s rat. He squeaked as he innocently moved around the gun’s stock and sniffed the air to determine if he could smell anymore enemies around.
Revenant and Ash were both speechless. It took a minute before Revenant was even able to say anything at all.
“Look honey, our little Angel of Death is claiming souls for Hell.”
Ash shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe I just got shown up twice by my own rodent.”
The rat squeaked and held his paws up to demand uppies.