Hunter/Fives; "run"
“Fives?”
Hunter shakes his head, blinks his eyes, tries to discern anything that isn’t the throbbing pain that’s wracking through his body.
“Hey, hey cyare. We don’t have a lot of time. The Empire will be on our tails in seconds.”
Confusion wrinkles Hunter’s features, but he nods and allows Fives to lift him into his arms. He barely registers the explosion down the hall, nor does he immediately recognize Echo and Tech running from the blast.
“Run! Go, go!”

















