"I could honestly give a molerat's ass about this project."
--There the anger surges, eyes widening with hate. For the project Alex Seattle Geer fucking hates, for Neil's wasted early years, for these assholes hiding behind metal plate; all of it. The second he starts shooting, he knows he'll have to finish it. Otherwise, it will start a drawn out war, and he wants them to be able to finish their time in this shitty wasteland without trouble. More trouble. So if he starts shooting, he has to finish it.
All right. All right. So he'll finish it.
His weapon is raised to fire in a blink, and there is the sound of a door opening, yelling from a voice well-loved. Alex instantly feels like a kid caught doing something wrong, but pushes the feeling away, the semi-fear of Neil reacting poorly to Alex's part in this. Gun at the ready and still facing the group in front of him, he side-steps, blocking Neil from continuing as well as shielding him from any threats.
"Neil," he says tersely, eyes locked on the guys in metal, expression without the humor he had been wearing for most of this interaction. "You need to go back in that room."
You need to rest. He wants to turn, take the kid in his arms and make sure he's okay, get him to lay down and rest again, but there's four assholes with energy weapons who have already shown they don't give a fuck--he's not turning his back on them.
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--There the anger surges, eyes widening with hate. For the project Alex Seattle Geer fucking hates, for Neil's wasted early years, for these assholes hiding behind metal plate; all of it. The second he starts shooting, he knows he'll have to finish it. Otherwise, it will start a drawn out war, and he wants them to be able to finish their time in this shitty wasteland without trouble. More trouble. So if he starts shooting, he has to finish it.
All right. All right. So he'll finish it.
His weapon is raised to fire in a blink, and there is the sound of a door opening, yelling from a voice well-loved. Alex instantly feels like a kid caught doing something wrong, but pushes the feeling away, the semi-fear of Neil reacting poorly to Alex's part in this. Gun at the ready and still facing the group in front of him, he side-steps, blocking Neil from continuing as well as shielding him from any threats.
"Neil," he says tersely, eyes locked on the guys in metal, expression without the humor he had been wearing for most of this interaction. "You need to go back in that room."
You need to rest. He wants to turn, take the kid in his arms and make sure he's okay, get him to lay down and rest again, but there's four assholes with energy weapons who have already shown they don't give a fuck--he's not turning his back on them.