It didn't matter what damage was exacerbated by taking on more weight, but he figured that any supplies in that bag were going to come in handy when they went into hiding. That's exactly what he knew they were doing without even having to discuss it, that they would do whatever was necessary for each other but survival was paramount more than anything. So he would accept whatever damage he had to in order to allow them to more easily disappear for a time.
"Isn't that what I'm doing already, Reyes," he asked as he watched the coming and going of personnel. He was waiting for the right opportunity, for when the radios weren't going off or when they were making calls about bodies that were found. He strained his hearing to listen in on that, easing them slowly closer to making a run for one of the ambulances.
They were removing a gurney and hauling it off down the road. Firemen were grabbing more tools for unburying people and also heading away into the inky dark. The lights flashing were dizzying.
He leaned into Gabe cleaning his face, but any rubbing just dislodged dirt and blood clots, causing more blood to flow down his face. He shrugged it off, seeing an opportunity and grunting softly. "Now," he rumbled and dragged Reyes with him as he legged it to the back of the ambulance.
He swung off the pack as he waited for Reyes to open the bay doors and then threw it in and headed for the cab. His gun was tucked under his arm as he slipped into the driver's seat and found the keys in the ignition. He blinked blood and water from his eyes, put the vehicle into drive and glanced back to check on Gabe before he drove them off. He kept the lights on so it wouldn't look odd, didn't bother with the sirens because he might die of a headache at that rate.
"Load a bag with any all supplies you think we'll need. We'll dump this rig on the side of the road. We'll have to light it up or all our DNA will be evidence that we survived." But they would take what they needed and they would make do with it. "Where is somewhere that they won't ask questions?"
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Date: 2019-05-02 11:14 pm (UTC)"Isn't that what I'm doing already, Reyes," he asked as he watched the coming and going of personnel. He was waiting for the right opportunity, for when the radios weren't going off or when they were making calls about bodies that were found. He strained his hearing to listen in on that, easing them slowly closer to making a run for one of the ambulances.
They were removing a gurney and hauling it off down the road. Firemen were grabbing more tools for unburying people and also heading away into the inky dark. The lights flashing were dizzying.
He leaned into Gabe cleaning his face, but any rubbing just dislodged dirt and blood clots, causing more blood to flow down his face. He shrugged it off, seeing an opportunity and grunting softly. "Now," he rumbled and dragged Reyes with him as he legged it to the back of the ambulance.
He swung off the pack as he waited for Reyes to open the bay doors and then threw it in and headed for the cab. His gun was tucked under his arm as he slipped into the driver's seat and found the keys in the ignition. He blinked blood and water from his eyes, put the vehicle into drive and glanced back to check on Gabe before he drove them off. He kept the lights on so it wouldn't look odd, didn't bother with the sirens because he might die of a headache at that rate.
"Load a bag with any all supplies you think we'll need. We'll dump this rig on the side of the road. We'll have to light it up or all our DNA will be evidence that we survived." But they would take what they needed and they would make do with it. "Where is somewhere that they won't ask questions?"