[i]	Basil smiled softly, a little amused at the thick drawl of Jace's Southern accent, and accepted his hand. He then worriedly pointed out, "You're hurt, though. You should come to my house; I have medical supplies there, and I won't charge you an arm and a leg like Thurston." He gently freed himself from the older boy's grasp and began to walk away, gesturing for him to follow. "It's the least I can do for you."[/i]
	Clicking off the safety of his .45 Auto Pistol, Basil nodded in affirmation of Jace's orders. Readying himself, he clicked the button and the door slid open; immediately, one Roamer leapt from the left, and swiftly, without hesitation, a bullet pierced through its head. Bits of its soft, decayed skull splattered onto the walls and it slumped onto the filthy floor, limbs splayed in a pitiful stance of defeat. He heard the vicious snarl of the other ghoul, and eyes widening upon noticing the glowing light that illuminated the room, familiar like the text of those terminals, he swiftly aimed for the Glowing One, backing away in the event that Jace would rather them flee--Glowing Ones were a hassle, a threat to not be casually dismissed, but they had defeated them before without problems. However, they were in a tight space; if it were to unleash its radiation, it could be lethal.