--> (( @thedeadlybelle ))
“Oh shit. Oh, I see what’s going on here now.”
The person in front of them was slowly crawling away from the two of them, lacking the ability to stand after having had their legs broken. Marty had turned his attention to the woman but hadn’t forgotten about the victim. The woman wouldn’t be able to see his face under the mask, but she would be able to hear heavy breathing, signs of a struggle between them. He had thought she had came here to help rescue the victim, but...
“They were your mark too!”
And they ran the risk of escaping, however barely, if they didn’t get their shit together.
“Look, I came here for the same reason you came in here, I don’t feel like getting into a fight with you. Let’s concentrate on what truly matters: crushing this fucker’s skull in.” Maybe he could crush her skull later if she felt like continuing to push him after the victim was done with, but that was future Marty’s problem. Present Marty’s attention went back to the victim, longingly and impatiently looking at them turn the corner into the hallway.
