Hell Or High Water (Escape From Tarkov + Arknights)

Chapter V

Sector 14, Charles Avenue, Lungmen City
Forecast: Slight Chilly, 18:37 hours

By the time they entered back in the city of Lungmen Exusiai already had a handful of favourites, from AC/DC, Queen, A-ha, Men At Work, Bonny M to even Bonnie Taylor and Europe. Her journey of 1980s music hits and other era head bangers only comes to an unfortunate pause when the battery was low and Alex had to recharge it, even then the two could hear her hum a couple of them in a mood so joyful like she caught on some hell of a drug and her halo became brighter than usual that Texas turned off the lights inside the SUV.

He had to depart from them at the middle of the Avenue because their path to Rhodes Island's office started to divert from his there to remain on the avenue while his goes through a smaller street, hence after helping him to set guidance on the phone and some short cut suggestions he'll had to get there himself. Aside from the 74M and most of other military hardwares the girls will help him bring back to the office for retrieve later, he took the rest of his stuff with him, along with the 1911 and AK bayonet he had on him should the necessity of self defense comes in this first time he walked alone in the city after the first night.

After a shrug to loose some sore on his shoulders, Alex begins to go along the smaller street that was relatively less populated but you'd still see groups of afterwork workers, grannies or middle ages with some plastic or cloth shopping bags, school students of different age that sometimes in groups less than five or having some women of different race than the kid, perhaps some sort of a maid and sort in his mind. Crossing through them and the streets was supposed to be easy if not the idea of IEDs or Shooters on every possible position keeps creeping the mind following their stares he'd slow down and enjoy the view.

What he got instead were quick and wide steps, almost striding across and run pass the roads as if he'd die if he ran slower by the milisecond. He know he had to calm down and this is Lungmen rather than Iraq or Tarkov, but even then once again his muscles moved faster than the brain when crossing through one side of the roads to another. After a few crossings his breaths were quickened and he stopped to find some solution.

Putting some thoughts into the question he plugs the right ear with his headphone again, just to have something to try distracting himself while not going completely deaf in case something happened. The battery is at 37% out of the 27.5 hours total battery life, this should be able to last him back to the dorms if all things go smoothly.

As he was tapping through the NW-HD3 picking tracks some smuck crashed into him from his rear right, after a staring contest at each other the guy spitted into the ground in front of him and moved on empty handed. Without much emotions Alex checks his belongings before continue and soon changed direction from him, the prick wasn't even as good as the worst Odessa and Detroit could offer.

But the incident wasn't completely bad at all, during those time he stood there was to try picking a track out of many. When he got hit the guy his finger gripped on the button and started one of them. After the initial cinematic build-up of the track he doesn't have to check what he clicked and place the player back into his pocket.

"Bangkok, oriental city"
"But the city don't know what the city is getting"
"The creme de la creme of the chess world"
"In a show with everything but Yul Brynner"

"Time flies, doesn't seem a minute"
"Since the Tirolean spa had the chess boards in it"
"All changed, don't you know that when you"
"Play at this level there's no ordinary venue"

"It's Iceland, or the Philippines, or Hastings"
"Or, or this place"

Now with a more relaxed state he continued to move in tempo without rushing things too much like he was, walking by electric station that has a staircase linked to the local metro and neon lights above the heads for advertisments better than before and even when eased he'd still keep his senses sharp enough to be wary of what's going on to his surroundings. Such as more prying eyes from Triad like military aged males at a facility having a casino class of luxery adorments with people playing something the locals called 'Mah Jong', whatever that is.