”.. Ookaay..” He blinked but watched in awe as Deimos managed to take out six men on his own.. rather quickly too, huh. “.. R-Right..” His hands shook as he quickly took one of the agent’s pistols and just to be sure, he grabbed another one but placed it in his pocket, along with a couple extra bullets. “I don’t.. really know how to fire these things… s-so if I accidentally hit you.. I’m sorry..” He frowned, looking down at the gun.
"Guess we’ll have to cover each other on the way out." the techie muttered. And once they get out, then what? Would there be a vehicle waiting outside.
For once, Phobos made himself useful, already checking the door leading outside of this room to the next, glancing back and making some hand signal that more were on the way. “Either way, can’t sit around.” Deimos gave Abel one glance before heading through the door with caution. They do have to move fast, after all.
"No.. we can’t.." Abel watched Deimos for a moment before quickly following after him. ".. I-I guess we find a way out of this building first.. and then see if there’s a vehicle.. and if not, we still get the hell out of here.. on foot." Abel huffed, colorful language for a kid huh.
Phobos was right, there were more agents coming, and they were armed with more than just handguns. They had bigger guns such as shotties, uzis, etc. Which made Abel nervous but he did his best to fight back. He stayed behind Deimos most of the time but he did peek out and fire some shots towards the agents, he’d occasionally miss but he did manage to hit some agents, even getting a headshot or two. His aim wasn’t that bad.
Although it did bother him that he was killing people.. He tried to tell himself that they were just machines.. machines with very realistic blood in them.