Okay, well at least it proved as enough of a distraction to get one splicer down. That's an accomplishment, right?
The second splicer hoists over the railing and launches himself up to a lower part of the ceiling, gurgling curses over the clanking of hooks. Sinclair steps back out into the center of the room, where the splicer will have to drop down to the floor if he wants to get anywhere near him.
He's got to hit this one. He can't miss. Sinclair aims his gun, but as soon as he does the hooks come flying. He tries to keep moving, make himself harder to hit, but one grazes his arm and he accidentally fires, almost slipping in a puddle. Where the shot goes, he's not sure.
At least not until he hears the crash and sizzle of a now busted vending machine. Nice one.
The splicer lets himself fall from the ceiling, cackling wildly and pitching one hook after another until he decides to go ahead and charge him.
At this point, Sinclair's life is flashing before his eyes and yes, he's absolutely certain this is the end. But as a last ditch effort, he fires a shot--
the splicer freezes in place, going completely rigid, eyes rolling back in his head and convulsing for a few of the longest seconds in Sinclair's life before he falls limp onto the wet tile.
His eyes follow the puddle...back to the vending machine, sparking away just a few meters from where the splicer now lies, totally lifeless.
"HA HA HA HA HAAAAA," the warped recording sounds off, skipping and tone wavering. "COME BACK WHEN YOU'VE GOT SOME..."
And with that, the lights flicker, there's a popping sound, and the machine dies.
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The second splicer hoists over the railing and launches himself up to a lower part of the ceiling, gurgling curses over the clanking of hooks. Sinclair steps back out into the center of the room, where the splicer will have to drop down to the floor if he wants to get anywhere near him.
He's got to hit this one. He can't miss. Sinclair aims his gun, but as soon as he does the hooks come flying. He tries to keep moving, make himself harder to hit, but one grazes his arm and he accidentally fires, almost slipping in a puddle. Where the shot goes, he's not sure.
At least not until he hears the crash and sizzle of a now busted vending machine. Nice one.
The splicer lets himself fall from the ceiling, cackling wildly and pitching one hook after another until he decides to go ahead and charge him.
At this point, Sinclair's life is flashing before his eyes and yes, he's absolutely certain this is the end. But as a last ditch effort, he fires a shot--
the splicer freezes in place, going completely rigid, eyes rolling back in his head and convulsing for a few of the longest seconds in Sinclair's life before he falls limp onto the wet tile.
His eyes follow the puddle...back to the vending machine, sparking away just a few meters from where the splicer now lies, totally lifeless.
"HA HA HA HA HAAAAA," the warped recording sounds off, skipping and tone wavering. "COME BACK WHEN YOU'VE GOT SOME..."
And with that, the lights flicker, there's a popping sound, and the machine dies.
You did your duty well. Godspeed, soldier.