Post by Andrew Wheatley on Aug 24, 2013 2:21:14 GMT
Andy walked nervously through the streets on the dark side of town. The cold of the gun prosthetic he had attached to his arm an uncomfortable reminder of how much was wrong with this situation.
A black cloak hung around him, hiding the weapon from view. "Well well well, if it isn't our engineer," Kadaj purred as he stepped out of the shadows.
"Where's Wheatley?" Andy growled.
"Relax," Sephiroth said, stepping out of the shadows, Loz behind him with Wheatley in his grip. There was a crack in his optic. Rage smoldered in Andy's eyes. Sephiroth looked impassively back. "No one gets hurt if you give us what we want.
"I'm not working with you," Andy snarled, shooting Sephiroth in the shoulder. He winced as he was shoved into the wall, Loz's fingers grabbing vice-like around his arm and smashing the gun, the metal of it digging into his flesh. He thought he heard something snap.
A whimper escaped his throat as Loz let's go, and his fingers move weakly over to press his communicator bracelet. Kadaj's eyes narrow as he catches the movement.
"Not so fast," he says, though he doesn't move fast enough to stop him pressing it. Kadaj shoves his hand away, knocking him harder against the wall. Pain emanates from his head and spots dance across his vision.
(I imagine his gun looking like the portal gun.
)
A black cloak hung around him, hiding the weapon from view. "Well well well, if it isn't our engineer," Kadaj purred as he stepped out of the shadows.
"Where's Wheatley?" Andy growled.
"Relax," Sephiroth said, stepping out of the shadows, Loz behind him with Wheatley in his grip. There was a crack in his optic. Rage smoldered in Andy's eyes. Sephiroth looked impassively back. "No one gets hurt if you give us what we want.
"I'm not working with you," Andy snarled, shooting Sephiroth in the shoulder. He winced as he was shoved into the wall, Loz's fingers grabbing vice-like around his arm and smashing the gun, the metal of it digging into his flesh. He thought he heard something snap.
A whimper escaped his throat as Loz let's go, and his fingers move weakly over to press his communicator bracelet. Kadaj's eyes narrow as he catches the movement.
"Not so fast," he says, though he doesn't move fast enough to stop him pressing it. Kadaj shoves his hand away, knocking him harder against the wall. Pain emanates from his head and spots dance across his vision.
(I imagine his gun looking like the portal gun.
)
What kind of surgery was it?
Good lord! 
