Issue 2

Heavy grits his teeth and clenches his fist. He looks to the others:

"Lets show them how it’s done!"

Despite his face reddening, and his knowledge that their adversaries were probably watching the display through a monitor somewhere, Heavy starts to dance.

Heavy is a thruster, and so he breaks out the midriff action, with his hands behind his head.

Heavy motions for the others to watch the corners.

Could be an ambush… he mouths silently, before moving towards the Voidsaur.

"Your days are done! Hands where I can see them!"

Frank is in the zone and actually stopped paying attention a little while ago. Looking at the screen, he's pretty sure he'll be able to beat the current high-score, set by a certain 'VOYDSR'.

Frank puts in the extra effort to get the new high score. His feet move with a speed that they've never reached before, a faint smell of burning electronics emanates from the machine.

You can do this, Rook! He tells himself.

Exhausted, he slumps down against the railing behind him. His vision is blurry and scrolling up as his eyes adjust to non-video game looking again. He'll need a minute to recover before he can even check the score. "Did we do it?"

"We did it." Heavy responds, not referring to the high score at all.

"Now someone cuff this bozo before I change my mind.

Hey, kid…

You wanna cuff the bad guy?" Heavy offers, hoping that spoiling the kid might make things easier with the boss on the back end.

Ptalia, hesitant to argue with the commander says "Maybe we shouldn't let him anywhere near the bad guy. We're in enough trouble as it is."

"If he tries anything we'll just blow off his kneecaps, yea? Hild him down, Heavy." Rickie levels his pistol at one of the voidsaur knees.

Heavy was about to shake his head loose.

Was he losing his edge?…

Killing the undercover saur, and now this…

Then Rickie sets a plan it motion, and Heavy just goes along with it.