Time to head home, people

[runmakitarun]

Makita was really glad that Goldy suggested handing out comm gear. Now she can check up on the scattered ambush team and get everyone heading back to the Bar.

"Makita here, everybody check in," gets broadcast across the radio system.

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[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

Makita watches Krauser move smoothly through the door back to the bar and then turns to Mary Anne and Miho as they make it into the room. "Let's get home people," she grins, "I'll buy you a drink or something on the other side."

As the two women move through, Makita sticks her head out into the hallway as Goldy and Mel reach the door, "Come on, people. We don't have all day to wait on you." She's grinning: they made it, they're home.

Then her hand snaps up, pistol aiming back toward the window at the end of the hallway, and she rips off a burst at a Red trooper who sticks his head up. "Come on, move!" she snaps at the two stragglers.

And then the trooper ducking down on the fire escape responds. With a grenade. The metal sphere sails down the hallway and skids to a stop at Makita's feet just as Goldy and Mel reach her. Her eyes widen in horror.

They were so close.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

As the grenade trundles innocuously up to Makita, Goldy remembers the information about the shorter fuses from the briefing. Three seconds.

—3—

Even if the soldier didn't cook the grenade, that doesn't give her enough time to kick or throw the thing clear. And, upon quick analysis, she's the only immortal here, and doesn't stand to take any permanent damage from this situation—or at least, she hopes she's immortal here.

—2—

With her good arm she gives Mel a hard shove sideways, then launches at Makita and barges her through the open doorway. Unfortunately her momentum isn't enough to take her across the threshold as well. She falls short, landing on her stomach a few feet past the grenade

—1—

Time's up. She reaches out and slams the door shut to protect those beyond it.

[slayer_fray]

Mel stumbles on her broken foot -

ow, goddamn it, OW

- and falls to the floor, rolling when she hits. That roll takes her to nearly all the way to the fire escape, and she clings to her scythe -

BOOOOM!

- as the grenade explodes, showering her in debris