[Jack is too busy running like hell to answer, bullets exploding out of the floor underneath him. He also recognizes the tactical disadvantage of being fired on from below, and resolves to get himself out of here as soon as possible, no matter what Gabriel is doing down below.
He knows, on some level, that this is a very stupid move, but he's known for being impulsive, and it hasn't killed him yet. Jack takes a flying leap off the second floor, through the ruined ceiling, crashing down on top of one of the units.]
[Is this why Morrison was assigned to him? Because no one else could deal with his dumb ass?]
Get down, that thing beside it-- [Fuck this, fuck that, fuck everything about this entire plan. Having to abandon his own scramble for cover because there was no way Morrison could get the fuck out of dodge that quickly, just grabbing hold of the other man to yank him off the Unit as the one beside it was already having a fit.
The thing would blow and hopefully take the other one with it.]
[NO SHUT UP IT WAS A GREAT IDEA LOOK AT HIM UNLOAD PULSE FIRE RIGHT INTO THE UNIT'S HEAD okay he's going.
Somewhere along the line, Jack realizes what Gabriel is trying to tell him (or maybe he just sees the other omnic imploding), and his eyebrows raise just as a hand closes around his arm, yanking him off the unit and dragging him for cover. He seems to understand halfway there, pushing himself into a sprint, diving behind the nearest slab of fallen concrete.]
[IT WAS A STUPID IDEA, EVEN IF IT KIND OF SORT OF WORKED IT WAS STILL DUMB AS HELL yes good.
It's only once the both of them are behind cover that Gabriel so much as lets go of Morrison, letting out a breath and just. Sinks down so much further once he can hear more than just ringing in his ears.
And maybe punches Morrison hard into the shoulder for good measure. Real quick. Before checking to see if that was that.]
Jack’s a little wide-eyed, a little disheveled, a fine layer of dust settling over his face and hair and blue body armor. It’d be almost comical if they hadn’t come so close to being exploded along with the bastions. He lets out a hiss as Gabe punches him in the arm, nudging him back without really thinking—a reflex reaction.]
It worked, didn’t it?
[All three of the units are scrap metal, right? Tell him that’s the case, and then they can go check if the omnium is spitting out more robots to investigate the noise.]
You're lucky it worked without you getting filled with holes.
[Slumping right the fuck back down, letting out a breath, taking this moment to reload his shotguns. For all either of them know he might need them as soon as they got out of this area and headed back where they had been.
That had been a lot more noise than he'd accounted for, just their luck.]
Check yourself over and get ready Morrison, we're heading back.
[He checks his weapon too, making sure the rifle is undamaged. Jack gives himself a quick pat-down for injury and any missing supplies, then gives Reyes a nod when everything seems to check out.]
We should radio the others.
[He has no idea what’s going to be waiting for them by the time they crawl back into their little stakeout. Jack doesn’t want to discount the possibility of needing an extraction.]
[He pushed himself up onto his feet, working his shoulder as shotguns were momentarily holstered to free up his hands once they were loaded and checked out.
Things could get worse, easily.]
Go see if we have any incoming while I try to contact someone to let them know about the situation.
[Jack can already hear all of the things Ana is sure to chastise them with, but he tries to push that out of his head as he presses forward, back the way they came. He'll take point, scouting ahead, finding the forest oddly quiet for what they've just done.
He radios back to Reyes once he's certain.]
Clear for now.
[All bets are off once they get back to the Omnium, however.]
They've got an evac on standby, incase we need it. Limited time, so we better move out and see if we need to get the hell out of dodge or not now.
[Already on his way out of the warehouse, going over far too many possibilities in his head already. What either of them would need to do if they needed to be picked up; other than stick together. Like hell he's leaving Morrison behind.
Half a mind to find that damned lookout and dismantle the damn thing just from all of the trouble it going off somewhere started.] Meet up with you and we'll move back over there together.
[He hopes it doesn't come to that--having to inquire about evac in the first place is embarrassing enough, given what this mission was supposed to be. They still haven't found out what happened to the sentry, and Jack is just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
All he can do for now is move quickly and quietly back to their makeshift base, waiting for Gabriel to catch up.]
[This was a complete mess, but at least there was some chance they could pull something out of it. Maybe.
Either way there's silence on his end of the line, most of his attention on getting back undetected if any more decided to pay a goddamn visit while out on a merry little stroll.
To his credit it doesn't take him awfully long to catch up to Morrison, and at the very least whatever bit of temper had been stirring up had fallen more into irritation. Probably better for the both of them.]
[Jack's not sure whether he should be relieved or on edge. He decides that it should probably be the latter. When Gabriel catches up to him at camp, he's already shoving supplies into a duffel, preparing to get out and do it quickly.]
Sentry's still gone.
[His tone of voice, however, makes it clear that he expects it to show back up--and soon.]
If we find that thing again I'm dismantling it myself. [He's blaming the sentry they were watching more than he was blaming Morrison for this mess at least?] Take whatever hard drive it has to toss Torbjörn's way, see if he can get something useful out of it.
[Ducking inside to grab what he'd carried in with him, quickly as he could manage so there wouldn't be anymore time wasted.
[Chastising could come later, when both of them got through this fuck up alive. Plenty of time for it then.
There was a sharp look cut towards Morrison at the suggestion, jaw set as Gabriel was a little obviously keeping himself from grinding his teeth. Mulling over the thought as it was somewhere between a stupid idea and information that could come in damned handy.]
For all we know the damn thing headed back into the omnium.
[Jack knows that look--that's the look that happens when he puts forward a by-all-accounts stupid plan and Gabriel considers it anyway. He'd feel more smug if they were out of the woods (literally and figuratively). Which they're not, so he tires to keep a lid on it.
One of the worst ideas I've heard from you. This week.
[It was just the two of them, and enhanced as the both of them were going into an omnium this unprepared was a death wish. They were already taking a risk getting as close as they had been to gather--
If it had gone back into the omnium.]
We have time to look around, if we get pinned down it's just the two of us out here. Four we could handle, but who knows how many might come swarming on top of us if we make a wrong step.
[WHY WAS HE CONSIDERING THIS. If they hadn't destroyed those four units so completely they could have just gotten the info from any of them.
It could be worth the risk, but was he willing to risk Morrison for that.]
[He can't help but grin a little, still high off the adrenaline and maybe the fact that Gabe totally entertained it, even for just a second. It's stupid, yes. Of course they're not going to do it, not after what just happened, but this seems like a little bit of interpersonal progress.]
We'll save it for later.
[For now, even he can admit that they should get out of here. Jack is occasionally dumb. He's not that dumb.]
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He knows, on some level, that this is a very stupid move, but he's known for being impulsive, and it hasn't killed him yet. Jack takes a flying leap off the second floor, through the ruined ceiling, crashing down on top of one of the units.]
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Get down, that thing beside it-- [Fuck this, fuck that, fuck everything about this entire plan. Having to abandon his own scramble for cover because there was no way Morrison could get the fuck out of dodge that quickly, just grabbing hold of the other man to yank him off the Unit as the one beside it was already having a fit.
The thing would blow and hopefully take the other one with it.]
MOVE!
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Somewhere along the line, Jack realizes what Gabriel is trying to tell him (or maybe he just sees the other omnic imploding), and his eyebrows raise just as a hand closes around his arm, yanking him off the unit and dragging him for cover. He seems to understand halfway there, pushing himself into a sprint, diving behind the nearest slab of fallen concrete.]
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It's only once the both of them are behind cover that Gabriel so much as lets go of Morrison, letting out a breath and just. Sinks down so much further once he can hear more than just ringing in his ears.
And maybe punches Morrison hard into the shoulder for good measure. Real quick. Before checking to see if that was that.]
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Jack’s a little wide-eyed, a little disheveled, a fine layer of dust settling over his face and hair and blue body armor. It’d be almost comical if they hadn’t come so close to being exploded along with the bastions. He lets out a hiss as Gabe punches him in the arm, nudging him back without really thinking—a reflex reaction.]
It worked, didn’t it?
[All three of the units are scrap metal, right? Tell him that’s the case, and then they can go check if the omnium is spitting out more robots to investigate the noise.]
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[Slumping right the fuck back down, letting out a breath, taking this moment to reload his shotguns. For all either of them know he might need them as soon as they got out of this area and headed back where they had been.
That had been a lot more noise than he'd accounted for, just their luck.]
Check yourself over and get ready Morrison, we're heading back.
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We should radio the others.
[He has no idea what’s going to be waiting for them by the time they crawl back into their little stakeout. Jack doesn’t want to discount the possibility of needing an extraction.]
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Things could get worse, easily.]
Go see if we have any incoming while I try to contact someone to let them know about the situation.
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He radios back to Reyes once he's certain.]
Clear for now.
[All bets are off once they get back to the Omnium, however.]
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[Already on his way out of the warehouse, going over far too many possibilities in his head already. What either of them would need to do if they needed to be picked up; other than stick together. Like hell he's leaving Morrison behind.
Half a mind to find that damned lookout and dismantle the damn thing just from all of the trouble it going off somewhere started.] Meet up with you and we'll move back over there together.
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[He hopes it doesn't come to that--having to inquire about evac in the first place is embarrassing enough, given what this mission was supposed to be. They still haven't found out what happened to the sentry, and Jack is just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
All he can do for now is move quickly and quietly back to their makeshift base, waiting for Gabriel to catch up.]
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Either way there's silence on his end of the line, most of his attention on getting back undetected if any more decided to pay a goddamn visit while out on a merry little stroll.
To his credit it doesn't take him awfully long to catch up to Morrison, and at the very least whatever bit of temper had been stirring up had fallen more into irritation. Probably better for the both of them.]
Any movement on your way?
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[Jack's not sure whether he should be relieved or on edge. He decides that it should probably be the latter. When Gabriel catches up to him at camp, he's already shoving supplies into a duffel, preparing to get out and do it quickly.]
Sentry's still gone.
[His tone of voice, however, makes it clear that he expects it to show back up--and soon.]
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[Ducking inside to grab what he'd carried in with him, quickly as he could manage so there wouldn't be anymore time wasted.
At least they'd gotten some rest in before this.]
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[At least he isn't being chastised--though Jack fully expects more of it once they're back to safety.
The mention of Torbjörn, however, gives him an idea. Maybe they can salvage this yet.]
We could go hunt it down.
[Jack knows, however, that they'd really be pushing their luck.]
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There was a sharp look cut towards Morrison at the suggestion, jaw set as Gabriel was a little obviously keeping himself from grinding his teeth. Mulling over the thought as it was somewhere between a stupid idea and information that could come in damned handy.]
For all we know the damn thing headed back into the omnium.
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Maybe he'll just. Needle a little.]
Bad idea?
[Terrible idea.]
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[It was just the two of them, and enhanced as the both of them were going into an omnium this unprepared was a death wish. They were already taking a risk getting as close as they had been to gather--
If it had gone back into the omnium.]
We have time to look around, if we get pinned down it's just the two of us out here. Four we could handle, but who knows how many might come swarming on top of us if we make a wrong step.
[WHY WAS HE CONSIDERING THIS. If they hadn't destroyed those four units so completely they could have just gotten the info from any of them.
It could be worth the risk, but was he willing to risk Morrison for that.]
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We'll save it for later.
[For now, even he can admit that they should get out of here. Jack is occasionally dumb. He's not that dumb.]
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[Rather than lingering here like a pair of sitting ducks, they still had a mission to complete, even if they'd already more or less ran into a SNAFU.
Get that grin off, too. Just because he was considering it- Nope.