Root's been shot at before. She's lost count of the number of times she's found herself in a firefight, even before the Machine. But Brady is firing wildly, and Root doesn't have the Machine's voice in her ear anymore.
It's a crutch she hasn't realized she'd been depending on until now.
Root ducks behind a few crates there on the loading dock, and as glaring as The Machine's absence is here, there's a part of her that's missed this. Disappearing into various identities in Darrow has its purpose, but for the most part, the work is dull, even if Root is good at it.
She grins to herself as she checks around the corner, ready to cover John's back, when one last shot ends the gunfire. When Root stands, both of her guns are drawn, but she slowly lowers them when she sees the scene in front of her. Brady still, the gun dropped from his limp hand, his face going slack.
"...John?" Root says, approaching slowly, not sure what else to say.
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It's a crutch she hasn't realized she'd been depending on until now.
Root ducks behind a few crates there on the loading dock, and as glaring as The Machine's absence is here, there's a part of her that's missed this. Disappearing into various identities in Darrow has its purpose, but for the most part, the work is dull, even if Root is good at it.
She grins to herself as she checks around the corner, ready to cover John's back, when one last shot ends the gunfire. When Root stands, both of her guns are drawn, but she slowly lowers them when she sees the scene in front of her. Brady still, the gun dropped from his limp hand, his face going slack.
"...John?" Root says, approaching slowly, not sure what else to say.