[Someone had
bombed his room, and if Phoenix were to hazard a guess, it would be to pin the blame on the woman who had threatened to kill him earlier and specifically mentioned bombs. He had no idea who she was or what she was capable of
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Hey.
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Marco. How have you been?
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*That's not entirely true, and he doesn't bother to hide it.*
You? I noticed you attracted some attention lately.
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You're certain?
[At the reminder of his own problems, Phoenix grimaces.]
It is nothing I cannot manage. I have quite honestly dealt with worse. Still... Would not happen to know someone who is proficient with explosives?
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A friend with guns.]
Impressive.
[And he really is impressed. This is the first he's seen of Ironhide's weaponry.]
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Phoenix.
[Rolling his shoulders, he approaches, stopping a few paces away.]
You have been scarce.
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Things have been... busy.
[That's something of an understatement.]
Let's just say that I am glad to be armed again.
[His hand falls unconsciously to his side, checking to make sure his gun is still there, and he glances around the rest of the deck. It isn't paranoia. It's simply a precaution.]
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Climbing a few levels of stairs, she starts shouting.]
Phoenix! Phoenix!
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He's on deck three right now, though, trying to scavenge some medical supplies.]
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However, it doesn't help her panic any that the first few places she checks are devoid of his presence. She'd checked his room - and had found what Harley had done and had kept going. She'll eventually stumble past deck three, still calling his name, though at this point she's a bit hoarse.]
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In the end, he hesitates just a little too long. Anna might see him, standing next to a supply cabinet, clothing torn and bloody.]
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