Feb 13, 2024 4:44 pm
The weight of Slaine's words hung heavy in the air as the gravity of the situation became undeniable. Hank, stationed nearby, remained vigilant, his gaze fixed on "Ryan" as he monitored the unfolding confrontation.
As Slaine stepped into the room, Hank's eyes briefly flickered to Erin, who stood nearby.
"Apparently, Ryan is a wanted fugitive," Hank explained tersely. "Would you please come over here and help me guard the door to prevent him from fleeing? Weapons are welcome; I'm currently unarmed."
Erin, though unarmed, nodded in understanding, her determination matching that of her fellow crew members. Together, they formed a united front, ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead.
Meanwhile, "Ryan" remained composed, his demeanor unchanged despite the accusations leveled against him. With a hint of amusement in his voice, he spoke up, his words carrying a sense of detachment.
"It's been a while since I was called Alfredo," he remarked casually, as though discussing the weather rather than his status as a wanted fugitive. His nonchalant demeanor only served to heighten the tension in the room, as the crew grappled with the realization that they were face to face with a dangerous adversary.
In a sudden blur of motion, Ryan's form shimmered and wavered, like a mirage dissipating in the desert heat. Before anyone could react, he vanished into thin air, leaving behind nothing but a sense of bewilderment and disbelief.
Hank's eyes widened in shock as he watched the space where Ryan had stood moments before, his mind struggling to comprehend the abrupt disappearance. Jil's hand instinctively tightened around her gun, ready to fire her weapon at the first sign of danger.
Gabe glanced around the room and searched for any trace of the vanished fugitive. But there was nothing. Ryan had simply vanished into the ether, leaving no clues behind.
As the crew exchanged bewildered glances, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of their stomachs. They had been outmaneuvered, their carefully laid plans unraveling before their eyes. Ryan's escape was a stark reminder of the danger he posed, and the lengths to which he would go to evade capture.
As Slaine stepped into the room, Hank's eyes briefly flickered to Erin, who stood nearby.
"Apparently, Ryan is a wanted fugitive," Hank explained tersely. "Would you please come over here and help me guard the door to prevent him from fleeing? Weapons are welcome; I'm currently unarmed."
Erin, though unarmed, nodded in understanding, her determination matching that of her fellow crew members. Together, they formed a united front, ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead.
Meanwhile, "Ryan" remained composed, his demeanor unchanged despite the accusations leveled against him. With a hint of amusement in his voice, he spoke up, his words carrying a sense of detachment.
"It's been a while since I was called Alfredo," he remarked casually, as though discussing the weather rather than his status as a wanted fugitive. His nonchalant demeanor only served to heighten the tension in the room, as the crew grappled with the realization that they were face to face with a dangerous adversary.
In a sudden blur of motion, Ryan's form shimmered and wavered, like a mirage dissipating in the desert heat. Before anyone could react, he vanished into thin air, leaving behind nothing but a sense of bewilderment and disbelief.
Hank's eyes widened in shock as he watched the space where Ryan had stood moments before, his mind struggling to comprehend the abrupt disappearance. Jil's hand instinctively tightened around her gun, ready to fire her weapon at the first sign of danger.
Gabe glanced around the room and searched for any trace of the vanished fugitive. But there was nothing. Ryan had simply vanished into the ether, leaving no clues behind.
As the crew exchanged bewildered glances, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of their stomachs. They had been outmaneuvered, their carefully laid plans unraveling before their eyes. Ryan's escape was a stark reminder of the danger he posed, and the lengths to which he would go to evade capture.
OOC:
What do you do?