Jack stumbles to his feet, blinking the white out of his vision, and just barely catches the next molotov with telekinesis. It spins in midair, burning, inches from his face. He's about to lob it right back at the splicer, but -- Sinclair. He has somebody else to worry about right now. Returning the bomb to the splicer would put the explosion dangerously close to Sinclair.
Well shit, then.
The whole thing runs through his head in just a second, and then he reverses his telekinesis and pushes the bomb in another direction. It explodes in a fireball and utterly destroys the two burned splicers, who had just managed to put themselves out.
Jack's already moving in the opposite direction, ignoring his cuts and bruises. Sinclair is just up the hallway. Only he's on the floor. And a spider splicer is standing over him, its hooks catching the light.
"You bastard!" It slams a hook into the stone floor, hard enough to throw up a spark. "Bastard! Fucking bastard! That hurt!"
Jack starts running. He's blindsided by the nitro splicer and swings his wrench, throws fire and swings again into the man's blistering face. Not a clean kill, but a fast one.
"Don't tell them. They'll all laugh at me!"
As he runs, Jack sticks himself with a hypo of EVE. It doesn't even hurt him any more.
The splicer, arms raised, hooks aloft, is hit square in the back with a bolt of electricity. His whole body starts to shake and his yells turn into wordless yammering. Then, a moment later, Jack is there with his wrench.
CRACK! Blood flies and the splicer falls with a suddenly concave head.
Jack switches to the shotgun and then takes the dead man's place standing over Sinclair. Basically you're being guarded by Rambo now so enjoy that.
Probably he should ask if Sinclair's okay, but fighting is no talky time. He's got to focus here. But as he stares around, it turns out the splicers are all corpses, and the only sounds are the crackle of flames and the creak of timbers under the sea.
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Well shit, then.
The whole thing runs through his head in just a second, and then he reverses his telekinesis and pushes the bomb in another direction. It explodes in a fireball and utterly destroys the two burned splicers, who had just managed to put themselves out.
Jack's already moving in the opposite direction, ignoring his cuts and bruises. Sinclair is just up the hallway. Only he's on the floor. And a spider splicer is standing over him, its hooks catching the light.
"You bastard!" It slams a hook into the stone floor, hard enough to throw up a spark. "Bastard! Fucking bastard! That hurt!"
Jack starts running. He's blindsided by the nitro splicer and swings his wrench, throws fire and swings again into the man's blistering face. Not a clean kill, but a fast one.
"Don't tell them. They'll all laugh at me!"
As he runs, Jack sticks himself with a hypo of EVE. It doesn't even hurt him any more.
The splicer, arms raised, hooks aloft, is hit square in the back with a bolt of electricity. His whole body starts to shake and his yells turn into wordless yammering. Then, a moment later, Jack is there with his wrench.
CRACK! Blood flies and the splicer falls with a suddenly concave head.
Jack switches to the shotgun and then takes the dead man's place standing over Sinclair. Basically you're being guarded by Rambo now so enjoy that.
Probably he should ask if Sinclair's okay, but fighting is no talky time. He's got to focus here. But as he stares around, it turns out the splicers are all corpses, and the only sounds are the crackle of flames and the creak of timbers under the sea.