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Feb. 8th, 2008 12:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's not worth the effort, at this point, to make herself firmly visible.
Instead, Meg concentrates on making her voice as loud and solid and present as possible as she zips through the building, ignoring such petty obstacles as walls and floors and extremely surprised lawyers and mentally checking off sites of battle: "All out! Everybody out!" she shouts to Wells and Spoon, and "They're coming down, get ready!" to Buffy and the others in the lobby, and "We're all done, it's time to go!" to River and Spike, and "Find the others, get out now!" to Harth and Mel, and then back to the first group again, as fast as she can.
Everyone has to hear.
Instead, Meg concentrates on making her voice as loud and solid and present as possible as she zips through the building, ignoring such petty obstacles as walls and floors and extremely surprised lawyers and mentally checking off sites of battle: "All out! Everybody out!" she shouts to Wells and Spoon, and "They're coming down, get ready!" to Buffy and the others in the lobby, and "We're all done, it's time to go!" to River and Spike, and "Find the others, get out now!" to Harth and Mel, and then back to the first group again, as fast as she can.
Everyone has to hear.
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Date: 2008-02-14 05:47 am (UTC)She's too busy trying to keep the covering fire going, one-handed, enough to make up for the fact that they have next to no actual cover.
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Date: 2008-02-14 06:00 am (UTC)Spike backs toward it, tries the knob with one hand. Locked. Course it is. Not a reinforced lock, though, and that means --
The doorframe splinters slightly with the force of his tug, and the lock breaks, and he grins. He doesn't need to open the door all the way to know, to feel, what's on the other side of it; you can tell when it works.
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Date: 2008-02-15 07:50 am (UTC)The hard part
She doesn't move for an instant; a heartbeat. Her head is up, her small face pale and bloody and full of a lethal glittering intensity.
is putting the gun down
And then, "Time to go," she mutters again, sucking in a sharp breath, and it sounds as if she's talking to herself more than anyone. She darts backward, through the doorway Spike's holding open, and into the infinitely quieter bustle of Milliways.