Around the curve, the narrow ledge widens, its outer railing arcing out past the inward-turning concrete wall of the Barrier to come back in and meet it some four meters along. The tall oval hatch of a watertight door interrupts the smooth curve of the wall about a meter before the railing, and standing in front of that door are Mark and Galen, each holding a stunner.
Mark is wearing a partial Dendarii uniform, black shirt, grey trousers, boots, but no jacket. Miles's grandfather's seal-dagger is strapped to his waist. He looks tense and unhappy.
"A standoff," Galen observes, looking over the three stunners in view. "If we all fire at once, you go down, taking at most one of us with you, and I win. If by some miracle you drop us both, we cannot tell you where your oxlike cousin is. He'll die before you can find him. I trust you do not consider that a positive outcome. Your pretty bodyguard may as well join us."
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Date: 2014-09-10 06:32 pm (UTC)Mark is wearing a partial Dendarii uniform, black shirt, grey trousers, boots, but no jacket. Miles's grandfather's seal-dagger is strapped to his waist. He looks tense and unhappy.
"A standoff," Galen observes, looking over the three stunners in view. "If we all fire at once, you go down, taking at most one of us with you, and I win. If by some miracle you drop us both, we cannot tell you where your oxlike cousin is. He'll die before you can find him. I trust you do not consider that a positive outcome. Your pretty bodyguard may as well join us."