<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268242.msg13315529#msg13315529">Quote from: IrishBAMF88 on July 01, 2017, 04:49:04 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sasha was more or less keeping an eye out for those still following them, knowing it would only be a matter of time before the bandits would be upon them. He paused for a moment however and turned back towards the girl, a hand grasping his shoulder as she asked about some kind of 'pendant' of sorts. Some necklace with rings on it and dog tags? The only thing Sasha remembered was finding her among the wreckage, just wearing the clothes she had on, nothing else. If she was wearing something around her neck it could have easily fallen off or got flung from the wreckage or crash site.<br/><br/><strong>"No no...we didn't find anything other than yourself and what you were wearing...Ivan?"</strong><br/><br/>The other shook his head as he took yet another swig quickly from his bottle of alcohol, setting it down as he would do a quick check on his rifle. <strong>"Would've remembered something like that. If you were wearing it before you crashed, we didn't see it when we found you. Could be somewhere-"</strong><br/><br/>However, that thought was paused when Sasha held his hand up, telling him to be silent as he peered out the side of the doorway. In the distance, he could make movement through the brush, black hooded gents wearing balaclavas and ski masks heading this way.<br/><br/><strong>"Shit..."</strong> he cursed, checking the magazine on his gun as he pulled it out, ensuring he still had plenty of ammunition in it before pushing it back in. <strong>"Look we'll try to help you find it...right now though we need to help each other. Check Ivan's bag, he should have a spare weapon you can borrow. He's got his rifle so he should be fine enough"</strong><br/><br/>Kicking the bag over to Lex as Ivan slowly tried to stand himself up close to a boarded up window, he grabbed his own rifle, loading a fresh magazine in as he pulled the sliding charge back, a fresh round now in the chamber. In the old duffel bag that the man had carried would be a few useful essentials - a map and compass of the local area with a few spots marked or circled, possibly only locations that Ivan could make out or understand. Along with it too was a spare combat knife, a bit old but still sharp enough to cause some damage. Next was a sawed-off double-barreled shotgun, perfect for some close range damage but with only two shots. A small box of shells, however, would suffice that. And lastly was a spare pistol, a small but effective Tokarev TT-33 pistol with an old checkered wooden grip, and a few spare magazines fully loaded. It would have to do for now.<br/><br/><strong>"There's about eight of them...maybe more. No body armor but they're packin'..."</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Hearing that the fact that her precious dog tags and rings may have been lost to the terrors of the waste of the zone didn't help the thick anxiety that welled in the back of her throat. But they were in danger and this was no place for a mental breakdown. They had to be somewhere in the crash site, Right? The tags couldn't have gone too far without someone picking them up and carrying them away? Clearing her mind she tried to focus on the job at hand. There were enemies coming down on them and she had to act quickly or there would be no point to worrying about losing valuables because they would be dead and it would be all for nought.<br/><br/>She reached into Ivan's bag and fished out the pistol, looking it over the gun looked well used but still in a good condition. These two seemed to take good care of their guns. She had heard that most people just used and tossed their guns when they were no longer of any use. She was tempted by the shotgun but due to the lack of bullets and the kick that would come from pulling the trigger, it seemed like the Pistol would suit her better. Regardless, The enemy looked like they were packing heat as Sasha had said but were stupid enough to not wear too much armour. What was their game? Did they think if they could put someone down before they could get a shot off meant they could have more manoeuvrability? Tactics bounced around in her head, a remnant from her military basic training. The haze of the drugs was wearing off again and she could only do so much as the stabbing pain in her side niggled at her senses.<br/><br/><strong>"You two go left, I will get at'm from behind... if we can pincer them and maybe...catch them off-guard, Maybe we can put'em down 'fore they have a chance to get a buckshot off"</strong>She turned to look over at her comrades to see what their reaction to her plan was. She usually wasn't the ideas man but right now nothing else was being suggested so she thought her two cents right now was necessary.