Kurt was the best person Laura could think to bring on this reconnaissance mission. There was far too much ground to cover and not enough time otherwise. She needed to be able to get in and out of rooms that were sure to have biometric security and giant steel doors, and if things took a turn for the deadly, Kurt could get them out in an instant. Because there was no way in hell she was walking into a weapon x building without an escape plan and solid back up.
Besides Kurt was good company anyway. At his suggestion, Laura turned and spotted the door obscured by the shadows of the bar. It had an unlit emergency exit sign hanging above it. Without another word, she b-lined in that direction, crossing the middle of the bar floor and parting through a generous crowd of bodies along the way. Eventually she came to a wall of a man that wouldn't budge and as she tried to step around him he kept stepping back into her path. Not at all in the mood for games, Laura shoved him out of her way, sending the liquid in his pint mug sloshing over the rim and onto his flannel shirt.
Naturally, he started belligerently cursing after her, but Laura ignored the man. She was almost out the door when she shoved and it only gave a few inches before slamming to a stop. A length of chain was wrapped around the handle from the outside. Annoyed, she quickly popped a singular claw and swiped up through the gap, tearing through the chains like butter. Laura kicked the door open and by the time they were outside, the bartender was yelling at them, too.
She was about to ask Kurt to make it quick , when the beligerent mountain man stumbled toward the door.
"Hey, MUTIE FREAKS!" He stood in the door way holding a broken beer bottle, now that his flannel was off, the orchis shirt he had been concealing underneath was clear as day.
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