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"This isn't a time to be relaxing with drinks." Anya replied curtly, "We're here for some supplies. You responsible for that acid? I'm guessing you didn't just find that by lucky chance. If you're capable with chemicals, then you'll be useful. I have a plan. You can tag along if you want, or you can let us get on with it. I'll explain what the plan is when we're not being watched." There was no mincing of words with her - she was methodical, and to the point. She doubted somewhere as central as these restaurants would be devoid of cameras, and was relying on finding a corner of an office somewhere without cameras turned on it.

Without waiting for a response, she was already moving through to the kitchen, pulling out some salt and bottled water and stuffing them into her bag. "We want to move quickly, there's an armed hero around here somewhere judging by the bodies in the street. We don't want to be caught off-guard. If there's a chance to ambush them, take it. Otherwise let's keep moving."

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Alex, in the meantime, wasn't as close as Anya had feared. Upon seeing the melted wall of the restaurant, he had made a decision that could have been called wise, or could have been called cowardly. Either worked. He decided to go and find easier victims, rather than ones that could spray acid, or whatever had melted that wall.

He was currently sauntering through the department store to the east, taking potshots at fleeing criminals through the kitchenware. Like a bull in a china shop, but if the bull had a high-powered rifle.