Party One: Siana/Jareth/Rictor/Amos [COMPLETE]
"Agreed," Rictor said curtly, re-sheathing his gunblade with a self-conscious twinge. He didn't catch Jareth's eye as the other man glanced back at them, instead keeping his gaze trained on the tunnels ahead of the two EKP officers, towards the long sprawling passageways and rusted gates standing in their way.
He ended up lagging slightly behind, in order to take up position beside the Father. "Apologies," he said, voice clipped and hard. Be better, Rictor thought to himself. For Faram's sake, be better. This was one of the most recent joint operations between the Knights of the Peace and the Cathedral's forces; he had to be on his absolute best performance, and would not allow more such sloppiness tonight. Could not allow it. The Hauptmann would have his head.
Now paying more attention, their party's progress slowed to an agonising crawl. It was back to opening sluice-gates as they went, to triggering traps and trying to step aside in time, to cutting down flan and wading through horrific sludge. Rictor eventually found himself trying to settle back into the patience of a sniper – if he could wait and wait and wait for a target, then Faram could grant him the patience to slog through these horrendous surroundings. Because somewhere in these tunnels, their quarry scurried like some overgrown rat themselves.
But then. Finally, after all that trudging and waiting and listening and following, they could hear something——