[ holstering the shotgun as soon as sonic walks away, and just... looking at him walk off. ]
you know you're going the wrong way, right. i know the facility we're hitting, it's been on our radar for a while.
[ pinching his forehead. he's going to end up working with him, +
[ very slightly lowering the shotgun. he's still keeping an eye on the pistol sonic's holding. ]
...hold on, you can't be who i'm working with. the hell kind of a job is this that doc needs me working with a drunken porcupine?
i can handle this shit myself. stay out of my way.
+ how you got here, and it looks like you don't either. i'm waiting on a debrief from my.
[ pause. ]
associate. and i'm APPARENTLY working with someone. someone that isn't the people i usually work with.
you aren't in vegas. vegas is south of here. far south.
[ he's still keeping the shotgun trained on sonic, but he's not going to pull the trigger on him. he doesn't think he's a threat. he just likes keeping people in perpetual fear. ]
the hell is a- look, i have no idea +
[ he's not particularly threatened by the gun pointed at him. ]
count yourself lucky i didn't pull the trigger as soon as you pulled that dinky little thing on me.
you're in nevada, and i'm not sure why the fact i'm grey is the first thing that's throwing you off. now talk.
real original. heard that one at least fifty times before.
[ gun cocking sound. oh, now he's pointing a shotgun at sonic. ]
how the hell'd you find this base. you better give me a good answer.
[ he perks up at the muffled beep - and quickly ducks to dodge a bullet that flies through the side window. he swings his head around, looking into the backseat and pointing a gun at greith. ]
who the he- oh.
[ he lowers the gun upon noticing it's just greith. ]
okay, look, +
[ distant gunfire approaches the truck... anddd the front door's being flung open and someone's slamming it after hopping into the driver's seat. ]
fucking- how the hell does deimos work this shit...
[ hank's here! and he's trying to hotwire the truck. ]