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Olek

As the group slowly voiced their distaste for the idea, Olek visibly winced. It seemed as if he would have to stress the point that they weren't going to kill anyone, contrary to what any of them thought, the plan was to save people. He was prepared to do horrible things if the group asked Olek to do so, and from Olek's point of view this wasn't even on the list of horrible things. They didn't have the materials to safely amputate Kisa's leg. They probably had an hour or two before some of them started bleeding to death. They were on the clock, and Olek didn't have time to convince them that this was the right course of action. His thoughts were interrupted by Bast's visible objection to the idea. "Excuse me?" She seemed shocked. Olek raised an eyebrow at this, mentally noting what Bast was simply unwilling to do. Olek had done a lot of bad things in his life time. Maybe he was desensitized to such a notion, but temporarily taking someone from their place of work so they could save some lives, seemed like a good plan to him.

He simply shrugged, if he had to slip out and do it alone, he would do so without hesitation. Olek wasn't going to let anyone die over a moral conundrum when they didn't have to. His thoughts were interrupted by the door to the warehouse opening behind him. He quickly spun around in a crouched position, pulling his pistol out of its holster. He could feel his heart rate quickening, and with that blood trickled down his makeshift bandages. Drops of blood began to trickle down the side of his leg; causing him to leave droplets of blood on the ground as he slowly mad his way towards the dock worker that stumbled in on them. "Whoah whoah whoah, hey now, lets not do anything hasty." He said, trying to defuse the situation. He seemed level headed from that comment, not too flustered at having guns pointed at him. Olek never let his guard down, he simply circled around the man and motioned for him to walk towards Bast. "Enter slowly. Don't do anything stupid, and you'll be fine." Olek said as he shut the door behind the man. Olek took position by the door with his weapon still trained on the man. The great thing about using a pistol in a close range situation, was simply so any enemies couldn't easily reach your weapon before they went down.

Now that the room was once again immersed in dim lighting, Olek felt his vision swimming. He knelt down, his complexion was deathly pale, and his chest heaved as he began raggedly coughing. After a few moments of weakness, he slowly picked up the keys left on the floor and locked the door. Just in case.

He righted himself and trained his pistol on the man. He would wait for a few moments to catch his breath before he spoke again.