As they traversed the building, Darion did his best to ignore the conditions.  Not that his fake eye gave him a choice since it showed everything in crystal clear quality.  It sucked sometimes.  Especially in such dingy buildings with all this horrible graffiti on the walls.  At least half of it looked like the painted with horrible spelling.  It just reinforced his opinion of the Dreg.  Uneducated or not, it took no clearance on the net to access a simple dictionary.<br/><br/>He was a little surprised they didn’t take the elevator.  He didn’t expect anyone here to really think about how bad they were.   Hell, he always preferred the stars when he had the choice himself.  A fire team back in his PMC days had been inside one when the hacker they were after turned off all safeties and locks.  The thing had dropped from nearly the top of the building all the way to ground floor.  None of his friends had survived.  That hacker had been brought in barely alive thanks to his anger.<br/><br/>At the next floor, while Bleu kept whispering, Darion kept quiet his pistol in his hand.  His eye constantly roaming over the halls and watching for any movement from all of them.  He followed behind Bleu as they moved until stopping at a door that seemed about where the access was.  About halfway down the hall.<br/><br/>When Bleu mentioned shooting, Darion reached inside his coat and pulled out a knife for his left hand and held it near his pistol.  Nodding his agreement to the plan before whispering back.<span style="color: green">“I got left.”</span><br/><br/>As soon as the door was opened Darion stepped inside after Bleu.  His gun up and ready with his knife hand bracing it.  His eyes and weapon swept the left side of the room, looking for any people or signs of habitation.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>