#sectortrash

                Another explosion shook the small newsstand sending bits of debris and dirt into their small alcove and Myles sat unflinching as it rained heavily over the two of them. He was still in shock at the gall this man had to try to threaten him in this very moment and his ludicrous stare was only broken at the sound of heavy footsteps of the police crunching across broken glass. Sharp eyes narrowed and he forced his frame closer against the disheveled papers to remain out of view, although it was already clear their attention was focused on the stray bullets that whizzed past only to hear the occasional THUNK of a well-placed shot.

                But it only took one from either side to ruin any idea of a smooth getaway.

                “What’s stopping me from killing you right now, hmm? And making it look like an accident considering the circumst---!”

                The grip around Myles gun tensed at the sudden THUMP of a body crashing harshly into the ground, the bulky black uniform of the district officer looking seemingly intact save for the shattered visor and red that painted it’s inside. In a single movement, a strong arm reached out to drag the torso to safety and familiar hands searched the body with ease, flipping open pockets to find access cards and skipping over any bullets or currency.

                “Why don’t you take your chances with the resistance. I hear they’re doing just fin—“ he paused as the shrill scream of some civilian was suddenly overshadowed by the amount of bullets that were probably being sprayed into his body rattled just outside their hiding place, “--fine. They’re doing just fine.”

                Stuffing his pocket with the single access card he had been looking for, the blond tried to turn the cumbersome body on its side to reach the string of grenades tied to his back, struggling quietly as he did so to remain out of view of the still marching squads. The weaponry was getting more heavy duty, especially considering they were fighting against what Myles considered to be glorified civilians that were handed a gun probably no more than this morning. He internally sighed as he finally yanked one from its home. This wasn’t a suppression, their aim was kill every man and woman on that street. Nice tactical move – blame it on the resistance, gain more political support to use more drastic measure to stop the “Resistance threat”. Laughable.

                Sitting up to a squat, Myles peeked around the corner into the dusty street, trying to map out the clear path to his next hiding spot.  He needed to meet with Troy, at least he’d know what to do with the access card. 

                “Besides, I’m not the saving type. I doubt you’re any safer with me than you are just sitting right here--” Interrupted again, the rhythmic hum of a helicopter drifted into view and Myles released a comical sigh despite the sudden need to hurry, “then again I suppose I don’t care.”

    “Here? You’re in the Sector. People don’t usually come here unless they have to.” He glances at her attire up and down, quickly appraising her appearance. “You look like you might be a bit lost, actually. Where are you headed?”

"Sector?" Her green eyes fixed on his, still very lost as to her exact location. However, she seemed to relax after a moment and the smile returned. "Hm, I suppose I will be found eventually," she hummed. "Until then I will just have to make do~" 

“You don’t have to. I just found it strange to see someone else besides me here at this hour.”

He doesn’t move right away, like he should, like he would have under any other circumstance. Instead he continues to look at the other male’s face just like if he were deep in thought -which he was, actually: Vincent knew this person from somewhere else, but... from where? Until it hits him.