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The she bandit start going through his stuff. His nice collection of broken pipes, broken guns, stale air, and little food. Some of which was expired. Part of him was enjoying her disappointment. Watching her look for anything useful. Most of what is useful would be the main door, the little bit of natural gas left in the generator and in the pipes, and his plan... the plan that comes after like A,B,C, and the others he lost track of.

Two laughed a bit as she finished her search. "[color=007236]Like what you found? Enough food for a single person for two weeks, if it doesn't make you sick. And a broken air circulation system. Too bad the working guns are outside still.[/color]" She made a few very important mistakes. She never retained Two, and closed the door behind her, and she gave Eight back to Two. Meaning she had no leverage, and Two had one last idea in mind.

Sitting at the table he lifted himself up and threw the fabric covered wooden seat at the She Bandit. Doing two things, causing a diversion, and revealing the only other working firearm within the Bunker. When the seat was gone he fell back and pulled the single shot sawed off shotgun from under the bench and took aim at her head. In the confined space there was nowhere for her to move other then to the back wall, or closer to him. "[color=007236]I have the gun [b]BITCH[/b]![/color]" He was glad now, though he only had one shot. And if by some chance he missed he was sure to be dead.

He had to think of a new idea, one scarier then a shotgun that may or may not fire. He took aim at the ceiling, where all the pipes and wires lay resting on some simple supports, in easy view for anyone to see. "[color=007236]Make a move and I blow this whole place to hell. There's not much but there is still enough natural gas left in the system to destroy us inside this small space.[/color]" He looked at Eight for approval. He seemed to have gotten it. "[color=007236]SO first thing you are going to do is take the handcuffs out of the... the... Fuck...[/color]" He forgot where the handcuffs were, and she was better at hand to hand then he was. Meaning tying her up would only cause more problems. Eight seemed too scared to do much against her too. "[color=007236]Fucking dammit...[/color]" They were at a stalemate, that depended on if this gun that had been sitting under a bench for a few years would still fire. He hated this. "[color=007236]Okay I am ready to talk now.[/color]"
 




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