[Other Freelancers. Well, wasn't that just fucking great and shiny and goddamn wonderful? Tucker stopped his struggling, stopped everything; it seemed he didn't need that familiar glare to snag his attention after all.]
Like Tex? Or Wyoming?
[But if it was all dead people...
If it was anyone....
Tucker's eyes grew wide behind the visor, and he could feel his heart start skipping beats. He didn't know if he should be pissed, afraid, or hopeful, because this suddenly got a lot more fucking complicated.]
Or...Felix? [There was a beat, a pause, a click of his throat, and-] Is Church here?!
[Because that was the most important thing, with the wound still fresh, still pained, still--
Okay, backburner that shit; he needed to get out. Now. He wasn't dislocating anything, Wash; he wasn't a Freelancer and he never was able to do any of that crazy stuff (even though he tried yoga for a hot second because he read somewhere once that it could help him go down on himself. Blood Gulch was a boring, lonely time.).]
No! If I did, I'd get out of this. Can you shoot it off or something?
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Like Tex? Or Wyoming?
[But if it was all dead people...
If it was anyone....
Tucker's eyes grew wide behind the visor, and he could feel his heart start skipping beats. He didn't know if he should be pissed, afraid, or hopeful, because this suddenly got a lot more fucking complicated.]
Or...Felix? [There was a beat, a pause, a click of his throat, and-] Is Church here?!
[Because that was the most important thing, with the wound still fresh, still pained, still--
Okay, backburner that shit; he needed to get out. Now. He wasn't dislocating anything, Wash; he wasn't a Freelancer and he never was able to do any of that crazy stuff (even though he tried yoga for a hot second because he read somewhere once that it could help him go down on himself. Blood Gulch was a boring, lonely time.).]
No! If I did, I'd get out of this. Can you shoot it off or something?