[It's like getting sucked out of airlock, that scream. Through the shock of it, York doesn't even recognize it as North's for a second, even though he knows that voice as well as he knows his own, even now. He rushes in, presses himself to the wall by instinct.]
Delta, visuals, I need--
[Delta isn't there.
But Delta-Two is at Carolina's heels, nervous and familiar enough, and she sends York exactly what he needs: a series of impressions of the room. No visible targets.
York strides to the side of the bed, still holding Rascal close.]
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Date: 2015-09-26 09:06 pm (UTC)Delta, visuals, I need--
[Delta isn't there.
But Delta-Two is at Carolina's heels, nervous and familiar enough, and she sends York exactly what he needs: a series of impressions of the room. No visible targets.
York strides to the side of the bed, still holding Rascal close.]
North. North.