Snippet #1618153

Patrick sat slumped against the wall, his head bowed down low. The tips of his fingers slowly massaged his temple. In the other hand the pistol he carried dangled lifelessly over his knee. He hardly had time to take it out before the young boy had been savagely killed by the metal hunter. In his time at Sync Corporation he held a post which required him to work closely with the hunters. A fact very few knew. However he did not think that there was any left. It was very worrying to him, he could have stopped this happening.

Patrick looked up to see the girls standing by the stairs. "Are you guys okay with this?" Patrick had not been listening to most of the conversation and he had heard only bits and pieces. He nodded his head from side to side. "You seemed to have placed trust in me very fast, who said i'm a trustworthy person?" he gave a sly, cheeky smile and then pushed himself up off of the floor. Treading lightly over pieces of debris he eventually came to the robot lying on the ground. He looked to see if he could salvage anything from the wreck but it was futile. The robot was badly damaged in the battle, it was just junk now.

"Its going to be getting dark soon, the vice's will be out in numbers. It would be suicide to try go in right now. Right now we need to get out of vice territory, somewhere the vice's never enter, for it is two dangerous even for them. I don't know if you have ever been to the old underground subway system, not exactly the nicest place in Moscow but for us it will be safe until the morning when we leave for that fellow you talk about. So how about it?"