[ No bomb. Solar-powered. A little over her head, but Natasha also understand crisis, so there's no time to pick things apart.
She slams shut the hood. There's an economy of movement suddenly in the way she works, unstrapping one of the holsters at her thigh and putting it into the bag. One glock at her right, one in the bag, and she takes out a long, thin box.
And proceeds to put together what looks like a rifle, one leg lifted up to support the thing, knee bent and resting on the side of the vehicle. There's a sight on it, but with the way it's curved — and what she starts to load it with — it's a dart gun. ]
I saw something moving when I was on the wall. [ That, and with the cryptic warning about gunshots... So yeah, it's totally to shoot something. Still, Natasha adds (with a deliberate bent of levity): ] I don't know about you, but I could do with a tan.
i ready my weapon of 1d3 damage....
She slams shut the hood. There's an economy of movement suddenly in the way she works, unstrapping one of the holsters at her thigh and putting it into the bag. One glock at her right, one in the bag, and she takes out a long, thin box.
And proceeds to put together what looks like a rifle, one leg lifted up to support the thing, knee bent and resting on the side of the vehicle. There's a sight on it, but with the way it's curved — and what she starts to load it with — it's a dart gun. ]
I saw something moving when I was on the wall. [ That, and with the cryptic warning about gunshots... So yeah, it's totally to shoot something. Still, Natasha adds (with a deliberate bent of levity): ] I don't know about you, but I could do with a tan.
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