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located in Area 2, a part of Blindsight, one of the many universes on RPG.

Area 2

From the metropolitan apartment buildings to the wholesome suburbs, countryside and popular Lonsdale forest. If you didn't know better, you'd think area 2 was big enough to be safe.

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Character Portrait: Haytham Collins Character Portrait: Maximus Collins Character Portrait: Lauren Collins Character Portrait: Briar Lorris
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Haytham had already thought up a strategy. The man, faced with the prospect of certain death, would bend to his will, dropping the pistol and raising his hands. He'd then tell Max to stand. Now that'd be two guns trained on this stranger. From there, they'd be able to ascertain this guy's true agenda.

Flawless. You know, just like in the movies.

Imagine Haytham's surprise when the man made no move to discard his weapon. Time seemed to freeze then. Is this guy insane? Will he turn on me? ... No, that'd be illogical. Yeah, illogical for me, but for him? Haytham frowned, acutely aware of his half-clenched finger depressing the Galil's trigger. The strain was causing his hand to tremble slightly. He'd have to make a decision about pulling that trigger very soon.

Just then, a loud bang almost made that decision for him. The sound reverberated all throughout the building. Haytham winced. That clamor would alert anything in this place to their location. Not good. He flicked his eyes to the side, sneaking a peak at this newcomer. She was female. "Shit, kid. Put that down," she commanded. Haytham winced again. "What the hell is going on?"

When the stranger spoke to the newcomer, a new possibility rose into Haytham's mind. Could she be an accomplice of his? Was she armed? Instead of acknowledging her command or her question, Haytham made a nodding motion to Max with his chin. A silent "stand up". If this woman was armed, Max would have to cover her. When Max stood, he seemed to instantly grasp the situation, aiming his weapon at the newcomer like a professional. Haytham chanced a small grin as the words "Mexican standoff" bounced around in his mind. The kid was a much better shot than his older brother.

"Third: as I was sayin', I ain't droppin' my gun, buddy." Haytham frowned again, refocusing on the man whose unprotected back he had jammed his assault weapon. Shoot him, the cold, logical voice in his head instructed with an almost sensual susurration. It was the same source of logic that governed all his actions. That walked through his strategies with him. That allowed him to suss out algorithms for breaking into other people's systems. The voice of unadulterated ratiocination—bordering on instinct—that had kept him and his brother alive all this time.

Shoot him before he shoots you. Shoots Max. His trigger finger twitched, yet he hesitated. "Killing" zombies was one thing, but shooting another person? A living person with a heartbeat? Wasn't that a bit counterintuitive in this brave new world? He was going to shoot Max, the voice countered.

Again he almost applied the tiny amount of pressure necessary to activate the weapon in his hands. Again he hesitated. Was he about to shoot Max? He didn't seem to be aiming at him. "And I'm positive you know common sense when you hear it. Am I right?" Through his own internal moral turmoil, Haytham had been listening intently to what the man had been saying. The noun "common sense" had caught his attention, though the stranger kept talking.

If this guy holstered his weapon, it'd be okay not to shoot him, right? That made sense.

His logical voice remained silent as the man holstered his weapon. "In that case, I will be turning around now..." Haytham managed to exude a sort of stoic calmness, but internally he was panicking, oscillating wildly between Shoot him before he turns! and Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Eventually, the man completed his 180, now face to face with his would-be executioner. Haytham met his eye—he always made a point to try and look people in the eye, especially people he'd just met. He could see the contempt there. The malice. The darkness. It was chilling. This person was dangerous. You could still pull the trigger.

Haytham narrowed his eyes, to which the guy responded with a casual shrug. He seemed to relax then, bleeding the tension from the situation. Unconsciously, Haytham lowered his weapon slightly, mirroring the demeanor of his counterpart, though when he noticed, he returned the rifle to its upright position. Interesting.

A few tense moments after the guy stepped aside, Haytham moved to stand beside Max. They each had their guns trained on their respective targets.

"I take it we're here for the same general purpose?" At that, Haytham raised an eyebrow, but not before Max tipped their hand. "So A sent you guys here too?!" He directed the question at the woman, lowering his weapon.

Haytham sighed. He wouldn't be so quick to trust these people.