Beck can only watch as not one person, but three walk in and close in, like they have a plan formed and everything. There's only one person he can recognize, and that was the one who helped crack his disc. But there's another user beside him, and one that has bright, yellow eyes. And that isn't even the worst part. No no, the worst part is her teeth.
...And the fact that she sounds a bit like Paige.
He looks around, taking a step backwards as they start to advance. It isn't until they were all standing before him that he figures it out; they had cut off his exit. The fact that there are chairs and tables and everything else scattered around certainly doesn't help Beck's situation none. He's standing in the spotlight, like a stray program with nowhere to go and nobody to turn to. There's no help here now, no weapons. And nowhere to go.
There were times where Beck was stuck in similar situations when he ran around as the Renegade. But at least he was in a city that he knew, and in a body that he recognized. He didn't have any of that now, and quite frankly? It was a pretty scary fact.
Beck won't kill. He can't do it, even if he's forced. But as one user moans something and the other growls, the idea becomes pretty clear that these three won't exactly see eye-to-eye with him. No, Beck won't kill...but he doesn't want to die, either.
His hands clench into fists, and puts 'em up. Ding ding! "You want to make this fast? Then come on!"
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Beck can only watch as not one person, but three walk in and close in, like they have a plan formed and everything. There's only one person he can recognize, and that was the one who helped crack his disc. But there's another user beside him, and one that has bright, yellow eyes. And that isn't even the worst part. No no, the worst part is her teeth.
...And the fact that she sounds a bit like Paige.
He looks around, taking a step backwards as they start to advance. It isn't until they were all standing before him that he figures it out; they had cut off his exit. The fact that there are chairs and tables and everything else scattered around certainly doesn't help Beck's situation none. He's standing in the spotlight, like a stray program with nowhere to go and nobody to turn to. There's no help here now, no weapons. And nowhere to go.
There were times where Beck was stuck in similar situations when he ran around as the Renegade. But at least he was in a city that he knew, and in a body that he recognized. He didn't have any of that now, and quite frankly? It was a pretty scary fact.
Beck won't kill. He can't do it, even if he's forced. But as one user moans something and the other growls, the idea becomes pretty clear that these three won't exactly see eye-to-eye with him. No, Beck won't kill...but he doesn't want to die, either.
His hands clench into fists, and puts 'em up. Ding ding! "You want to make this fast? Then come on!"