"I don't doubt that." Atlas chuckled briefly, just imagining the situation when Thalia might have to come after them personally. They were admittedly known to get tied up in strange scenarios from time to time, so her threat may eventually come to terms.
Dropping their hands Atlas instead grasped hers, pulling her into the armory that she'd just stepped out of. "I haven't seen anyone in a minute," they admitted, "Though I guess that doesn't mean all that much." Things had quieted down, but that did not mean they were over. Was this nightmare ever actually going to be over?
Once the door was closed they paused, looking around the small room. "Shit," they murmured hollowly, checking the ammo that remained in the handgun they'd had - empty. So much for that idea. "Think there's still time for us to get it back?"
"I haven't seen much of anyone either, I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing." She spoke as they pulled her back into the armory. Just seeing the state of it was beginning to upset her again. Her and Diego's hard work destroyed in one night. She'd make them pay, there was no other course of action.
"I'm way ahead of you." Thalia checked her own ammo, holstering her gun again seconds later. "I'm getting our shit back, believe that. You know how much firepower was in here? No way I'm letting that go unanswered." She spoke, ever the stubborn one, blinded by rage more often than not. "You with me?"




















