Noa Bellamy (sharpthings) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-01-20 19:01:00 |
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A block didn’t make much difference when it came to the noise the explosion created, the asphalt tremored only a little beneath the soles of Noa’s boots. Not enough to really concern her. She had every bit of faith that Rome would make sure his part went off without a hitch, and Ruth, Adelaide and the rest of the snipers would catch as much of the trouble that got out as they could. There’s a trio of SUVs with the engines still running waiting on the street. They’re not armored like some of their larger trucks would be, but they aren’t as conspicuous either. Noa doesn’t think anyone even noticed when they rolled up and parked, and she hopes their exit gets the same treatment. They’re on the opposite side of the prison, far enough away that they can keep their head low, with the odds of a problem cropping up very slim. But not quite nonexistent. Luck hasn’t always been on their side, but now more than ever they need it to be. “You see anything yet?” she asks her companions low and soft, like the pavement could pass their presence on if she yells. With the amount of noise that just keeps ratcheting up she probably could yell and still not give them away. She doesn’t like waiting, would rather be doing, but she’s only a good shot with the best of circumstances, and they needed people to meet their escaped prisoners. Her question is the only tell that her patience is wearing thin. |