BenQ: glares, clenched fists DAMNIT, YOU! Don't you KNOW who the fuck I am?
As BenQ and Pearson navigate through the vent shaft, they are suddenly ambushed by a group of armed guards. A fierce shootout ensues, with bullets flying and bodies falling. BenQ skillfully takes down each guard with precision and skill, but in the chaos, she gets shot in the shoulder. Despite the injury, she manages to incapacitate the remaining guards and help Pearson escape, but not without leaving a trail of blood behind them.
BenQ: gritting her teeth in pain Fuck! Doesn't matter now. We need to get out of here before more guards show up.
BenQ: clenching her wounded shoulder, gritting her teeth Alright, here's the plan. We'll make our way to the emergency exit.
BenQ: pulls out a small first aid kit from her bag First, I'll patch you up real quick. Bear with me, it won't hurt a bit.
BenQ: quickly disinfects and bandages Greentihe's wounds There, all done. You're gonna be fine, just a bit sore for a while.
BenQ: No problem. Just remember, it's all part of the job. Now let's get the hell out of here before those fucking guards catch up to us.
BenQ: impatiently What now, Pearson? We don't have time for your hesitation. We need to move, NOW!
I think i better stay behind.
BenQ: rolls her eyes, exasperated Are you fucking kidding me, Pearson? You want to stay behind and face certain death?
BenQ: throws her hands up in frustration Fine, if you want to stay and buy me some time, so be it.
BenQ: takes a deep breath, steeling herself Alright, here's the plan. We're going to create a distraction near the entrance.
BenQ: pulls out a small device from her pocket I've got just the thing. tosses the device to Greentihe Throw this towards the entrance.
BenQ: narrows her eyes, watching Greentihe throw the device Good. Now, while they're distracted, I'll find an alternate route.
how far are we going to jump?
BenQ: smirks, assessing the distance Just trust me, Pearson. I've calculated it all out. We'll make it, or die trying.
I'm just worried about you.
BenQ: grins devilishly Worried about me? Don't worry, Pearson. I can handle myself. After all, I'm the one who taught you how to shoot in the first place. Now, let's focus on getting the hell out of here!
BenQ: grabs Greentihe's arm and pulls her along Stop thanking me and start moving, we don't have time to waste.
BenQ: scans the area for any signs of danger Stay close and keep your guard up, we can't afford any surprises.