Lord Bradorian
Naughtius Maximus
Francis nods. "I'm sorry, but I must. Rest in peace, Watchman." He says, before tazing him once more, and then stabbing him in the throat. He clips his radio onto the uniform which Francis had donned, just incase. He pockets the female Officer's.
"Fine." Francis complies with Maci, handing her an Orderkeeper and two magazines for it, keeping the rest, and taking his swingmaster back. He helps the backpack onto Maci's shoulders. "Okay. Let's get the fuck out of here." Francis says.
He and Maci once again depart in search of an exit, vaguely following the directions of the male Officer, incase he was leading them into a trap.
"Fine." Francis complies with Maci, handing her an Orderkeeper and two magazines for it, keeping the rest, and taking his swingmaster back. He helps the backpack onto Maci's shoulders. "Okay. Let's get the fuck out of here." Francis says.
He and Maci once again depart in search of an exit, vaguely following the directions of the male Officer, incase he was leading them into a trap.
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