DarkSparks (Wattson x Wraith)

Paths Crossed - 18

Revenant's hand closed on the edge of the building's corner paneling, pulling himself up to the next reachable placement. In multiple flawless upward strides, he reached the roof's ledge and pulled his weight up and over its edge.
The simulacrum rose and turned to face the direction of the barrier. From this distance he could see the large segment that he'd taken out, eyeing the distant electric fencing. Movement caught his vision, triggering reflex command startups somewhere in the back of his mind.
   He gave a vexed hum. Revenant recognized the blonde engineer as she passed a distant tree and then disappeared beyond a stone peak far in his path. She was headed to the abandoned facility earlier than he'd expected, recognizing the path she was taking. He'd seen her go here for spare equipment before, and knew he'd eventually destroy something that they needed to replace. Luckily it had been his first choice.
Anger burned hot in his false nerves when Wraith was not visible with her. His optic sensors searched the terrain again, finding no other movement. No. His plan hadn't failed yet. His target could still be in the area, just not with the engineer. There was a very subtle lift of his head when something in his mind seemed to connect. It was likely she'd know exactly where if they were both out here.
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  Wattson's gloved hand met the standing segment of chain link fencing as she walked across the downed segment. She pushed the door open, moving to take a step when she stopped, narrowing her eyes at the base of the doorway. Gritty earth had been blown across the pavement over time, collecting up against the edge of the door. There was a small score in the dirt that looked new, like a object had scraped the pavement. She didn't know how new it was, just that she had a slightly higher incentive to be cautious.
Natalie's titanium hand reached to the wall in the unlit hallway, her other on the open door. She released the door and let it fall shut behind her. The small plate size fence nodes strapped to the sides of her legs began to glow, turning one on each side at her knee. They flickered with blue bolts, emitting enough light to illuminate the small part of the hall that she stood. Just as useful as a flashlight, and hands free. A little impractical though.
   Her footsteps were near silent aside from the muted sound of her boots on the steel floor, making her way down the halls and into a large storage room. Crates of all sorts were scattered and clustered about the room, some stacked against the walls or draped in tarps. It looked like most of them hadn't been touched in years.
   The dim lights overhead flickered, only illuminating small areas and leaving the rest in near darkness. Natalie passed by several containers before stopping at one that was at eye level. She pulled it off of a box and turned it in her hands, examining the faded labels and stenciled numbers. It had to be with the right set of parts or it wouldn't extend the reach of the fences far enough.
There was a metal clatter that reverberated across the room far from where she stood, as if a small bolt had been dropped from a high place. Wattson stopped immediately, her blue gaze suddenly alert and searching her surroundings.
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  Wraith turned her helmet in her hands, the glassy violet steel gleaming in the light. She brought the screwdriver to a small bolt, turning it twice before adjusting the front visor. She'd been working on tuning up her voidwalker armor for the past hour or so, not in the mood for bumping in to one of the others and talking.
  Despite sleeping well, she never really had the energy to talk to people much. It felt tasking and stressful if she didn't know them well, and considering she wasn't sure if she fully trusted everyone here.
   Once the visor had been adjusted, Renee turned the helmet and lowered it to her head, pressing a button at its side. A guarded mechanism shielded her neck and closed a steel plate beneath her jaw. Touching two fingers to the bottom of the visor lifted it with a muted whirr.
   "Nice." She commented
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   Natalie felt the weight of the silence that followed, her instincts telling her to leave. She slowly tucked the box at her side and moved around the large crate, keeping her head a bit lower and silencing her steps. A prowler wouldn't have gotten in here, but a person would.
She silently wove past another set of crates, turning the corner into the hallway that lead back up to the door. Natalie lifted her head to the natural light that was now missing from most of the doorway. She halted at the thin figure that towered over here a mere arm's reach, sharp steel features eclipsed against the light that suddenly shifted.
Wattson clutched the box and pushed off her back leg, bolting from the hall opening and along the wall gap. Wide eyed, she looked over her shoulder at the sound of an impact. Revenant had struck the heavy steel crate and vaulted off of it's dented side.
She felt her pulse hammering as she turned at another crate, hearing his steps spring down her path as she immediately lunged with the crate. In one jolt of movement a steel hand forcefully halted the steel box she'd swung. In the same moment a second force closed on her neck and against the bottom of her jaw, her feet suddenly losing contact with the floor.
Natalie felt a wave of shock stun her reflexes, her gasp cut short as she released the handle on the box and grabbed his wrist. The steel box landed where she'd been standing, it's side half buckled from his grip.