As the bullet sliced, Lena whipped her guns out and hoped her accelerator would power up that second. But it turned out that she didn’t need to. That this werewolf, or Jesse or whoever, took over on that front with a horrifying kill. Lena swallowed down any terror at that and listened to the orders and guidance where the evac ship was touching down.
Running up the walkway, she managed to fire back a few shots at persuing agents as her accelerator blinked online before the ramp fully closed and they were off.
Stumbling a little from the take off, she ran a hand through her hair and breathed out a sigh of relief. Looking around at her panicked teammates, she raised her hands to them and their sheer terror at the creature on board.
“S’okay! He’s one of us!” She tried to say before having to answer ‘I don’t know’ to the resulting questions and recounting her story.
I think…
Given the hysteria that amassed as soon as he stepped on-board, McCree was wary to fixate his gaze on any other agent but Lena, hoping that she would continue to maintain some semblance of control over the others that fidgeted in their own tight-knit groups as far away from him as possible.
At their distress the wolf huffed an apology, and flattened his long ears against his skull with a wrap of his tail around his hind legs in an attempt to make himself as small as possible. The smell of gun-smoke and his own blood clung to each and every fibre of his thick fur, overpowering the stench of fear that hung as a blanket in the air. It was revolting, although he had little choice but to snap his maw tightly and bear it, eyes leaving Lena’s for only a few heartbeats to asses the wound on his side oozing with blood.
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McCree was last to emerge from the carrier, favouring to give the others a mutual wide berth and hopefully slink around the back of the craft to take another route away from prying ears and eyes. Yet before his plan could be put into action, he was intercepted by the sound of heels striking against the tarmac and the sight of the blonde medic making a beeline directly towards him. The wolf found himself wince internally at the fury of that glare directed solely at him, though felt worser still at the worry that pinched her brows and pulled her usually soft smile into that of a hard grimace. Ange.
‘Need I ask how this happened?’ At first McCree thought that the query was directed at him, but instead those chilled blue eyes were upon Lena, voice loud enough to carry over the quickened steps of people rushing too and fro from the carrier. ‘Jesse, I need to take a look at that.’ Angela mentioned with a pointed look at his wound, ‘And you too, Lena. Both of you, come with me.’