Jeremy swiveled around at the voice, searching not only for the source of the voice, but what was on the walls, around the area. Trying to find something he could fling in the way, or use to evade capture.
Part of him hopes that it's the Boros after him. He'd welcome them. He'd have a few more defenders, then.
He catches a glimpse of the men as he scurries into a pipe. They were definiely not Boros...rather, they are just...people, seemingly. Obviously plants.
He moved quickly south, hoping to catch a glimpse of the canal to the west, and possibly the docks. That last encounter was way too close. He wanted so badly to get off the streets. He could no longer control his breath, and it was coming in short, sharp gasps.
Jeremy skidded to a halt. He palmed an object from his belt, and tried to assess the situation, through the panic. He knows my name. How did he know my name?!
The standing man gestures to Jeremy. "Please, don't make this any harder on yourself than you must." He said calmly. "My friend here can attest to the fact that the hard way is most certainly not worth it." As Jeremy looks, he notices something...something strange about the levitating person...
"See for yourself." The man says. The figure drifts closer, when suddenly, realization washes over Jeremy. It was the man who tried to mug him. His face was upturned, and his eyes rolled deeply beck into his head. His mouth is drooling as it opens and closes mindlessly, like a fish out of water.
Jeremy started to take a few steps to the side, hoping to get an opportunity to make a run for the docks. As he walked, he spoke: "I dunno, have you signaled them yet?"
Not waiting for an answer, he continued "So, you got ahold of one of us, then?"
The man then turned to the figure floating near him, who promptly began howling in what could only be unimaginable agony. "Boy, do not think I am above reaching past your pitiful defenses, and scooping out the information I desire. You have no idea the power you are dealing with."
Jeremy was running on adrenaline at the moment. His survival instinct was the only thing keeping him from collapsing into a gibbering wreck.
"I know you're with the Consortium," Jeremy says while he thought to himself. "Those bunch of upstart newbies. Haven't been around five minutes, and think they own the place!"
It was against protocol, he knew, but what choice did he have? If this guy knew Circu, he probably knew a good chunk of their forces in the field.
Jeremy. Help. Docks, he sent to any nearby friendly mind.
Part of him hopes that it's the Boros after him. He'd welcome them. He'd have a few more defenders, then.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
He scurries along the pipe, trying to get some distance. He didn't know where this would lead, but as long as it was away from here.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
Jeremy tries to buy time. Keep him talking. The longer he talks, the longer you live.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
Not waiting for an answer, he continued "So, you got ahold of one of us, then?"
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
"Who?"
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
"I know you're with the Consortium," Jeremy says while he thought to himself. "Those bunch of upstart newbies. Haven't been around five minutes, and think they own the place!"
It was against protocol, he knew, but what choice did he have? If this guy knew Circu, he probably knew a good chunk of their forces in the field.
Jeremy. Help. Docks, he sent to any nearby friendly mind.
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A short distance away, Aramil heard a voice ring in his head. Jeremy. Help. Docks.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
That second word kicks a memory from Aramil's training oh so long ago. It meant: Security breach.
Aramil, only two streets south, and one street over from Jeremy's location, quickly faded from view.
Within moments, he was sprinting at full-speed through the crowded street.