[Bruce nods in response to that but says nothing for the time being, casting his awareness out as far as he can. He's familiar enough with this city that he knows its noises, can pinpoint echoes and differentiate between the casual working din of an urban sprawl and the more sinister aspects thereof.
Working from the back of the crowd, he could theoretically slip away. Alternately, his communicator is in his pocket. Reinforcements are the literal press of a button away. And if he needed Clark--
Well, he could always yell for him. In the meantime, Bruce is hardly helpless. He has four thermite capsules sewn into the lining of his cuffs, enough to dispose of a baker's dozen of these creatures if he used them right, judged the circumstances exactly. There's a tripwire hidden in his belt, smoke pellets (ineffectual against these creatures, but they could provide him cover if he needed to fight) and a several ounces of explosives in the heel of one of his shoes. It's an inert material until properly primed, but he has a vial of the primer in his left breast pocket.
Shepard is the name of Miranda's commanding officer, and she wouldn't follow anyone less than worth it. So although Bruce doesn't like the idea of relying on someone else, he allots her a certain level of competency in all necessary contingency plans.
One of the kedan - just a child - stumbles, and Bruce stops to scoop her into his arms. There are six jiangshi behind them at a distance of three hundred meters. Seven-- no, eight ahead of them.
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Working from the back of the crowd, he could theoretically slip away. Alternately, his communicator is in his pocket. Reinforcements are the literal press of a button away. And if he needed Clark--
Well, he could always yell for him. In the meantime, Bruce is hardly helpless. He has four thermite capsules sewn into the lining of his cuffs, enough to dispose of a baker's dozen of these creatures if he used them right, judged the circumstances exactly. There's a tripwire hidden in his belt, smoke pellets (ineffectual against these creatures, but they could provide him cover if he needed to fight) and a several ounces of explosives in the heel of one of his shoes. It's an inert material until properly primed, but he has a vial of the primer in his left breast pocket.
Shepard is the name of Miranda's commanding officer, and she wouldn't follow anyone less than worth it. So although Bruce doesn't like the idea of relying on someone else, he allots her a certain level of competency in all necessary contingency plans.
One of the kedan - just a child - stumbles, and Bruce stops to scoop her into his arms. There are six jiangshi behind them at a distance of three hundred meters. Seven-- no, eight ahead of them.
He hopes Shepard is as good as Miranda's faith.]
Your biotics. What can you do?