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[colour=Khaki]"Yeah. Yeah, ya got me,"[/colour] Madison replied slowly, barely halfway down the alleyway before he was forced to stop. He cast a glance behind him, and scanned the mercenaries that had surrounded him with a lax, but inquisitive gaze. Their equipment, their stances, their formation. Compartmentalising pain and distress had always been a strong suit of his; even against odds that far outweighed his own personal capabilities, it was his ability to work around, or through, those situations that set him apart from his peers. He could take stock of a problem, and solve it, quicker than many others could react, knowing how and why certain actions had to be taken, and the best ways in which to go about taking them.

But he wasn't enough of a fool to challenge six fully equipped mercenaries. They were either Bounty Hunters, or Private Military Contractors, but no matter where they fell on the spectrum, their numbers alone left fighting untenable. All Madison had was a backpack of basic supplies and documents, and a pistol. It was a good pistol, loaded with some of the best and most effective ammunition he could acquire, but it was ballistic, and ballistic ammunition was cheap. When every bottom of the barrel Water Bandit carried it, even the lowest grade mercenaries would be wearing bulletproof armour, and Madison could tell with a glance that they were well above that mark. Especially if Danny was willing to trust them.

[colour=Khaki]"How's he doing? Last I heard Cartelli had the whole gang banged up,"[/colour] his tone started light as pulled his finger out from off the trigger, and slid the weapon back into its holster, gaze returning back to their apparent leader. With his left hand freed, Madison steadied himself against the wall to check the wound. His right hand pulled away from his arm, slick with fresh blood, though the pressure had stopped the flow. The wound was still fresh, and with the dirt and debris from the explosion, he imagined it was on the fast track to an infection, but for the moment, the bleeding had ceased. When his hand returned to cover the wound, his tone dropped into something more serious. More professional. [colour=Khaki]"Corpo soldiers have been cracking down on the Square - wouldn't be surprised if there's an Enclave-wide lockdown imposed right about now, knowing Cartelli. If we take a couple shortcuts, we probably won't hit any patrols, but the place is gonna be guarded, heavily. I can get you inside and help transport the shit, but unless you're givin' me a better gun, you lot're on your own in a firefight. Really though anything's better than dyin' back here or out there, so you're on."[/colour]

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