Alex blocks him from proceeding, but it's not something Neil minds. What he does mind is image before him: four sets of power armor branded with the Brotherhood of Steel insignia, aiming three sets of tri-beam laser rifles and a Tesla cannon in their direction.
That and the voice of their commanding officer. God, it's been years, but Neil Park recognizes that voice.
"Just give me a minute," he says quietly to Alex. With that, his attention shifts again to the one in charge.
"Yeah, Tanks, you fucking prick," Neil calls out from behind Alex, bandaged head poking over to the side to get a decent look at the other. There's nothing to see, of course, except standard power armor. "I save your pathetic hide, and this is the thanks I get? You trying to shoot my friend?"
no subject
That and the voice of their commanding officer. God, it's been years, but Neil Park recognizes that voice.
"Just give me a minute," he says quietly to Alex. With that, his attention shifts again to the one in charge.
"Yeah, Tanks, you fucking prick," Neil calls out from behind Alex, bandaged head poking over to the side to get a decent look at the other. There's nothing to see, of course, except standard power armor. "I save your pathetic hide, and this is the thanks I get? You trying to shoot my friend?"