[Voice, locked to residents] --EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--

[malnosso]

[At 2:15AM, the journals suddenly blare out an alarm, followed by this message.]

EMERGENCY. EMERGENCY. This is an emergency.

The following occupants of the Luceti enclosure must report to the teleporters in twenty minutes. You are required as reinforcements in Region 13. Bring all necessary armaments with you. You will be teleported directly into combat.

Anyone who fails to comply will be forcibly escorted to the teleporters by droids.

This is not a drill. I repeat: this is not a drill. You have twenty minutes.

[The message repeats twice more, the alarm continuing until the twenty minutes has elapsed. No questions will be answered.]

Comments

[amonglions]

Shotgun.

[Easier for crowd control, he doesn't say. He just watches her fit it to her person and curtly nods his approval.]

Good. Keep the fit tight on there.

[With that he reminds himself they have a time limit.]

Alright come on, finish up. Don't want you getting left behind.

[tearmeanewone]

If it was as easy as that, I'd be hiding under my bed right now. [Elizabeth finishes futzing with the buckles, lets out a heavy sigh and faces Booker. Her posture is stiff, like she's trying to be a soldier.] How do I look?

[amonglions]

Like you're trying.

[Which is, thankfully now, a good thing. He's seen plenty of women go into combat - Columbia was no exception to that reality either - but this is Elizabeth.

He would be lying if he said he thought she couldn't handle it. But ...

still.]

Come on. Get your ... [Nope. He can't say it.]

Gai, and we'll get out of here.

[tearmeanewone]

[Well, she didn't ask for a miracle. She smirks.]

My guy is at his own apartment. We'll have to meet him there. [She picks up her medical kit, which helps relax her posture.]