"And what exactly is your means of keeping me here? I still have my sniper and i can still finish the job and get my pay" she glared at him knowing he couldnt see here face through the helmet

"I have none, and I couldnt stop you from shooting me. Buuuuut..." There was a momentary pause as he took a breath and thought out the next part of his answer. After all, every word could mean the difference between life and death. There was so much at risk, especially considering that his social skills were his only leverage. "But...thats my risk to take. I should have died today anyways."

He lets his head hang for a few moments, letting his blood strewn hair cover his upper face, and more blood drip from his nose and mouth. He was sweating at the very least, and clearly struggled to maintain a level tone. "Since I should have died, any risk I take are more worth it. And I am choosing to do the humane thing, and help you recover." A second reason comes to mind suddenly, an he lets it pour from his bloodied lips. "Besides, if those guys come back, we both need to be in our best shape. "

Then he pulls his head up, now satisfied with his answer, and looks back up at you. He looks into his reflection in your helmet, but seemingly his gaze passes through it, to your own eyes.

"Fine" she said feeling lightheaded. She hadn't thought about if those guys had come back, she wouldn't be able to fight them in this state, neither would she be able to fight this man. "Lead the way" she gestured

"Alright, well lets get out of the basement." He says, before turning and walking to the door on the near wall. He opens it, and behind the door is a smal stairway leading to another door, that would open to the kitchen. Samuel walks past the kitchen, past a second stairway that led to the 2nd and 3rd floors, anddown a hallways. He opens one of the doors revealing a large, clean, bathroom. Everything in it was white, tan, peach, or silver colored, even the tiles.

"You should clean yourself up, so you dont get infected. Ill shower upstairs and meet you in the kitchen when were done to discuss food." Samuel walks to the jacuzzi tub an shows you the buttons and knobs and explain what they do. ".... .... And that will turn on the jet massagers. The towels are under the sink. That should be everything. Yell for me if you nee help okay?" With that he turns and gets ready to go. He leans against the door, trying his best not to look as bad a he feels. "Anything i can help you with before i go?" He ask, even though he looks like he might need help himself.

She shook her head. She quickly got took a shower changing back into her suit, and putting the helmet back on. She wondered if she should help him, and slowly found her way to where he was. "Do you need help?" She asked through the door, her leg shoulder and side all throbbing

Through the bathroom door, you could hear Samuel turn off the water and shout out.- "No No!" Then a Squeeek sound followed by a crash. Samuel's voice called out immediately after, strained and clearly not at 100 percent but firm set "Dont worry that was nothing. Im okay. Dont com in im fine. Im just uhh... Im naked. Im extremely naked." There is a thud or two, and... BANG! Was that a gunshot?

Something was clearly happening in there. EIther it is a fight, or Samuel is injured to the extent that even dressing himself sounds like a fight.

"Don't kill yourself getting dressed" she said through the door. She would respect his privacy even though it sounded like a showdown was happening in the bathroom. She sunk to ground and leaned against the wall exhausted. The both of them were in horrible condition. She removed her helmet and coughed covering her mouth with her hand only to find that when she pulled her hand away it wAs covered in blood. Internal bleeding from the bullet wound? She frowned. Maybe. She quickly wiped it on her suit and waited for him to come out not bothering to put her helmet back on. Her dark blue eyes were narrowed and a darker red hair fell in her face, hiding part of it. She had sharp cheekbones and a narrowed but firm jaw line

There was one final Thud upon the door, and Samuel opened the door then walked back out. Now he was wearing a 2 piece suit, with a tie and everything. His wounds were covered with thick padded bandages. He walked with a bit of a limp and held his right side where you had shot him. His medium length blond hair was combed to the side. He looked right then left before spotting you, slunk down to the floor. He hoolds out a hand, and calmly states. "Cmon. We should go downstairs and eat."

As he looks down upon you, he notices your not wearing your helmet, and hesitates making eye contact. Its a little difficult for him to look his murderer in the eye and offer them help at the same time. None the less he swallowed his pride and offered you help up with his good arm.

Swallowing her own pride she grabbed his hand and pulled herself up. "I'm not really hungry" she said coughing into her elbow. More blood. She quickly put her arm down, and followed him into the kitchen where she sat down again. "Do you have any..painkillers?"she asked wincing as she moved her should in wrong way

Samuel walks with you to the kitchen. He was preparing to cook himself some pan fried fish when you asked for pain killers. It made him laugh. Up until that moment he had thought of you as a cyborg out to kill him. And he just realized, "huh... They're human too."

Samuel chuckles softly and knods. "Yeah actualy. We have ibuprofen and my father is a morphine addict. We have lots of that too. Which do you think you need?" Samuel though about the stores of alcohol in the cabinets and cellar. Those would work pretty well for his own pain which he hadnt even thought to tend to yet.

"A dose of morphine should be fine" she said. The morphine was stronger and would last longer, and she wouldn't have to take as much as the ibuprofen. "Why would your father want you dead so badly? And how long do you think it will take for those people to come back?" she asked leaning back in the chair with a wince

Samuel pauses momentarily with the morphinenin his handbbefore he places it on the counter and answers your question. "Its because im trying to get him fired. Thats why i had all those people here today. They were his co-workers and superiors." Samuel grabs a box of fresh, capped syringes and places it in front of you. Each one is in a paper "Starile Guarunteed" container.

"Your gunna need those. We buy morphine in liquid form. As to when those guys are comming back... Well id suspect as soon as their leader talks to my father, and my father finds out im not dead... Id say we have a week at best." Samuel's face showed him being dissapointed with his own answer. He clearly didnt expect to survive the next encounter.

"I can only think of 2 options. The first being ti run away, an the second being to dig in an prepare to fight. Fighting is practically out of the question though. I mean look at us!"

Zero grabbed one of the syringes and uncapped filling it about halfway and injecting it into her arm. She got up and trashed the needle before sitting back down. She hated needles. How pleasant. "A week? ive fought in worse condition" she said relaxing a bit as the morphine took effect. "Im not running. i can fight for you. I can wield two swords at once but im also a long range sniper. set me up somewhere high, ill shoot down most of them and finish off anybody who gets past me with my swords. What do you think" she asked looking at him with narrowed eyes

"Well, i know my fathers men... And their equipment. I think your sadly outgunned and outnumbered. They have armour that can turn them completely invisible, as well as stop a 50 caliber bullet. They have snipers capable of eliminating a target for 5 miles out. They have tanks, jetpacks, assault riffles, shock bottans, tear gas, cuncussion and flash grenades, frag grenades, rpg's, cybwr hounds, helicopters, jets, drills, boats, submarines, and pretty much complete control of this area for 100 mile in each direction." Samuel raunted off the list, almost helplessly. "The only chance i see is if your some kind of undying super soldier! Ad even then, im not! And i dont feel like going into the machine downstairs with a 0.5% chance of living to become one!"

"I can do it. I can think of something. if go out, im going out with a killing spree" she grinned. she thought of what she could. so many options. she might even be able to get help from her brother.

"Well thats a possitive outlook on dying" samuel glances at you and fights down a chuckle. He pulls up a chair across from you and leans on the counter. "So what makes you so confident and willing to die? Are you fighting for a cult or something?"

"Who Said I was going to die. I said if I die. And I can figure out something." She said coughing into her elbow. She could taste the saltiness of blood in her mouth, but not wanting to make a big deal out of what she thought was nothing, she swallowed it instead of spitting it out. "Are their bullets coated in anything?" She asked

"Well i havent actually looked at their amunition cases. You know, thats sorta one of those details you dont quite pick up when you see an army. You more the less get distracted by the big shiny helicopters, tanks, submarines, and jetpacks. Haha." Samuel tried to lighten the mood with humor. Meanwhile behind him, a small tower of smoke rose from his fish.

"What are the chances they might coat their bullets in a poison?" She asked. "Oh and you might want to check your fish" she nodded in the direction of the food. She probably got hit with a bullet in slow acting poison, it was the only reason she could think of for the blood, because it would also prevent the wound from healing

"Huh?" Samuel looked back and walked over to flip his fish before tossing some seasoning over burnt part, an sitting back down. "Well uhh... I guess they might. Poison would likely burn up when the hammer ignited the gunpowder though. If anything it would be a coating of lead, mercury, or a pocket within the bullet full of heat resistant toxins... Likely any of the 3 would cause it to seem like the bullets were coated in poison. Though truly lead would be the most effective. Lead poisoning can cause lots of problems, ranging from fluids entering the lungs and wounds not healing, to vommiting, dizziness, and even heart failure."

Samuel list of symptoms, clearly not taking a hint that you feel you may have been poisoned.