Re: Facility, Codename: Last Resort
366 starts imperceptibly as the footsteps approach, then dismisses them as she hears the crackle of radio static. It could only be a friendly - none of the hostiles were carrying radios.
It came as a surprise when the person rounded the corner at a dead run, cannoning straight into the slight Operative, and taking them both for a tumble. 366, though, moved like a cat, legs scissoring around her unexpected attacker's, and twisting to land straddling Melissa, a blade poised ready to..
"............."
366 pauses, then glances down the corridor at the sound of approaching voices. Fallen voices. A kick took out a nearby grating, then 366 yanks both of them into it, and the grating in after them. The helmet snaps back to reveal feminine features, and dark, tightly curled hair. Blue eyes shine in the darkness, and 366 holds a finger to Melissa's lips. Owing to their position before taking evasive action, the two were now.. a little... entangled, but that was of no matter.
Two pairs of boots stop on the plating directly outside their vent, but 366 remains quiet. Instead, she reaches to click the volume off on Melissa's radio. Now would be a bad time to be given away.
Finally, after an eternity of forced intimacy, the boots turn, and recede in smart military step, doubtless heading off after one of the others. 366 waits, then removes the grate, and yanks herself out, helmet closing up.
"Be more careful next time."
With that, the Operative was gone, sprinting down the hallway after the Fallen.