Digit motioned her to cut faster as he held his nose. The gas could be smelled even through the the small fabric of his shirt he held to his nose. Thankfully, the vapors didn't get to him.
As she cut the bars he wondered how she had done it, but he noticed it was titanium. Unusually expensive most likely, even for a knife, but it saved the day alright. He kicked down the bar and slipped through, dragging Ricky with Nicola out into another room.
Making a quick search he noticed Nicola found some gas-masks and quickly put one on himself.
He slipped on the mask and opened his locker. They weren't even smart enough to lock it...some idiots these "Greats" were.
After dressing and reloading, he looked at Nicola. She was up and ready as well as he was. But, it seemed they took their larger arms, leaving them both with only his Glock, and her knife and pistol. But that was better than nothing.
"Well, we hunt them down....i think it's best if we stick together..."
There would definitely be some troubles ahead...Gordon, the mysterious man with the whole in his head, and the new man, now known to Digit as the boss....until they found his real name, of course. Again for what seemed like the thousandth time, he wondered why Nicola had so graciously Joined him....he knew he had better treat her to one fine dinner if they got back alive.
I am Digit. I am a Forum Junkie. Hear me roar.
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