[ chuck doesn't nod, doesn't so much as blink when the audio flicks on and she comes up with a goddamn plasma cutter. there's shouting on the opposite end of the feed. chuck remains crouched in almost complete silence by way of contrast- emptiness punctuated by only something that sounds like torn fabric. a wet squelch follows, then a second heavy thud.
chuck breathes through his mouth. ]
Think we've been broken up by floors. We're all North 1 in here.
( v : d 1 | audio )
chuck breathes through his mouth. ]
Think we've been broken up by floors. We're all North 1 in here.