fourteen ✪ voice

[imfollowinghim]

[Anyone on the second floor (or first or third, really) might have heard a couple gunshots, shattering glass and other signs of a fight not too soon before Bucky's post. Then there's another gunshot, and silence for a couple seconds before quiet voices start up - C'rizz and Bucky.

A while later, a post's on the network. Bucky's panting and his voice is hoarse and strained, either because he's exhausted or in a hell of a lot of pain (it's both), but he manages to let everyone know what the hell was going on anyway.]

Zane's dead. [That's it. That's all he wants to say about it, and it kind of seems like he's going to leave it at that before he bites out:]

We need fucking call signs or passwords next time this happens.

[And then clicks the comm off so he can figure out how he's getting to the infirmary, because he is definitely not being carried.]

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[mirrortouch]

[ Yeah. That gas. That gas he'd been breathing in for days and unable to tear himself from anything different, and look what had come of it? ] My floor.

[ Muttered, scattered. ]

Did you shoot him?

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[imfollowinghim]

Yeah.

[And there's still a weird lack of guilt there. Maybe not so weird considering the circumstances, but.]