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Israel and his team were evacuating a large bank, getting citizens out the best they could. Once the lobby was clear and they were able to get further into the building they took the chance, carefully moving through the halls, heading to where the safe was. It shouldn’t be too difficult, they took care of small bands of heisters like this all the time, but they never struck sights this big. As Israel turned the corner, he felt a sudden impact in his chest. His eyes widened as he fell backwards and the others grabbed him, pulling him free from the line of sight.

Israel struggled to breathe, his breath catching as blood began pouring from both his front and back. The bullet had soared straight through his armor and pierced the center of his chest, flying out of his back. His eyes stayed wide as things started to blur. He felt himself being dragged out of the building before being placed onto a table. Above him, he saw Doc, the medic of their squad. He could hear screaming and yelling from the people around him, but he couldn’t make any sense of what they were saying.

"Maybe drinking some, um, 'go fuck yourself' juice will help you out. I heard it helps out a lot for people like you."

The Angel wasn't fully aware that he was knee-deep in water; reality and what he felt were very different things. Rivers in the Bliss didn't always mean rivers outside their heads, and the opposite was as true. There was a disconnect between his body and his brain, and he couldn't feel the cold water lapping gently at his skin. It didn't help that one of his legs wasn't flesh and blood, he wouldn't have felt it even if he had been aware.

Two butterflies were perched on his shoulder, the only things that were consistently in the Bliss and not. The Angel was mesmerized by the world around him, wandering and chasing it's beauty whenever the others didn't have use for him. It was simple. Painless.

In this moment, he was undecided between taking another step into the current or going elsewhere. Soft words left him in a constant tirade, praising the Father and the Bliss and the Heralds. Thinking of their Garden.

He looked down at her. The blood in the sand, on her clothes. It  wasn’t often that a person who bled this much was still conscious. Then again, not all of the blood was necessarily hers. This was Fiend territory, and she might have been fighting the chem-crazed raiders for some time. He couldn’t say.

The name “Jesus” drew a bit of mirth from his throat. He had only heard that name spoken by some few addled wasters and Profligate troops - those ignorant of the Cult of Mars.

“I am certainly not,” he answered softly.

For someone so injured, the woman was surprisingly focused. Not without some struggle, it seemed, but Vulpes still found himself a bit surprised.

At first, he wanted to ignore the voice that tried to worm its way to his attention. Just another pathetic little human, he thought. Until he could sense something. It was not strong, but it was there. Magic energy. Slowly the demonic naga raised his head.

Three Days.

That’s how long Cordelia had been up and she was exhausted but too scared to sleep. Fearful that her life would be taken away from her the moment she closed her eyes. All her senses were heightened and she was aware of everything going on.

CREEAAAKK!

Her head snapped up suddenly towards the sound and she grabbed the knife on her nightstand. The whole house was dark, so she stalked towards the noise with caution. “Who’s there?” No response, so she continued to walk. Suddenly, she bumped into a body and instinctively she grabbed whoever it was and pinned them to the closet wall. She pressed the blade of the knife to their necks dangerously close to cutting them and leaned in to try and get a good look of the intruder.

“What do you want?” She asked with gritted teeth.

           He blames his own exhaustion for the stranger getting the jump on him– But at least the cold head of his radium rifle greets her gut in return.

         “ Press harder with that knife and I’ll be taking you with me,” he murmurs, quiet thunder in the warning though he knows he’s not in the right. Did break in after all... But wasteland’s always more dangerous at night. Risky. Rather take his chance with a human than another pack of ghouls at this hour. 

         “ Not trying to trespass. Was looking for somewhere to stay... I’ll lower my gun to somewhere less critical, if you’ll back off with your knife.” A pause. “Aim away completely, you return the favor... ”