Snippet #2488410

"Don't move; not yet. Lower her if need be. When she awakes, I shall take answers from her." The soldier was cautious, almost to a fault. 'Probably not much of a drinking buddy, this one.' Bending his knees, Terrence slowly lowered Bandit to the ground. Avoiding any wicked edges on the rocks or debris, he stepped away from her slowly and returned kept his hands up. 'At least the girl is not behind me now. No way this armour would have stopped that bullet going all the way through and hitting her.'

"And no, I will not lower my weapon. Not until the truth has been given beyond the slightest shadow of doubt." 'Over cautious indeed.'

"To tell you the truth; this time of night, I'd rather you kept at the ready. Please tell me that… contraption is loaded." The young Numinu kept looking around, taking in the sights that moonlight allowed and the smells carried on the cold breeze. The wasteland was not savage in itself, but savage things still prowled the sands. 'Exhibit A, that thing from the town.'

"Ehhh? Mif er hm eh em?" Bandit writhed on the ground, like some child fighting the urge to return to sleep. If Terrence hadn't been more conditioned by the harshness of the Wasteland, he'd have been distracted by the primal urge to gape at her backside like a slack jawed fool.

"Holy hell, Dimitri, did you shove me down a set of stairs again? You really need to be more careful with me. I might look sixteen, but I'm in no shape to get roughed up." She turned to see Terrence and the stranger, panicking almost immediately and crab walking away, her eyes darted around searching for something that wasn't there. Finally taking in Terrence and the soldier, she sighed. Terrence himself merely looked at the soldier and shrugged his shoulders, almost asking 'Well what now, smart guy.'

"Tch, do you know who you're dealing with?" Terrence almost laughed at the wild determination in her eyes, a contrast to the sleeping form that had been drooling on his shoulder only moments ago. She appeared to be reaching for something on her back pocket but then came up empty, likely a knife or gun she had dropped when she had run to him back at the town. Terrence almost laughed again; 'never could keep my stuff held down at her age, either.'

"Spill it. Whatcha want with me? Well?" Terrence looked from Bandit to the soldier, then back again. 'Dimitri? That wouldn't be…'

"Dimitri would not happen to be the person you went into that town with, would it? The one opening the possessed with his bare hands, I mean." Looking around once more to check for animals stalking the trio, Terrence gestured to Bandit's hand and the empty water canteen that was tied around her wrist. She was dehydrated, and now she wasn't. 'Two and two make four.'