He doesn't jog so much as walk quickly, but other footsteps sound, and he slides behind a support to wait, stepping out and into the other man as he comes along the corridor.
"Johns...?" The guy is calling for his partner, flashlight beaming a flicker along the floor, but his voice trails off into a gurgle as Wolfwood hits him with a shoulder to the chest and shoves him up against the wall.
"How many?" he demands. "How many did the Pirate bring?"
The guy's eyes are wild, showing whites all around the pupil as he struggles to breathe. "Not..." he gasps, and Wolfwood shoves harder, making him squirm against the wall.
"Too late, preacher man," he manages, before dropping back. Wolfwood lets him go in disgust, then sights down the corridor, looking for Michael.
The walkie-talkie on the guy he'd dropped sputters into life. "...ohns? Marco? We've lost contact with Alister and Jinto."
Pierre is too smart to send his men out. That's what Wolfwood is thinking, when a door in the corridor slides open, and he comes face-to-face with the bodyguard from before -- with the wide-eyed, fearful girl in tow.
Her hands are bound. There's a gag in her mouth. The man has a gun.
Wolfwood looks at the guy, lifting his hands, then at her. "I hope you weren't paying him well," he says, and hopes to what little faith he has in God that Michael is continuing along the corridor and might possibly manage to keep him from getting shot right now.
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"Johns...?" The guy is calling for his partner, flashlight beaming a flicker along the floor, but his voice trails off into a gurgle as Wolfwood hits him with a shoulder to the chest and shoves him up against the wall.
"How many?" he demands. "How many did the Pirate bring?"
The guy's eyes are wild, showing whites all around the pupil as he struggles to breathe. "Not..." he gasps, and Wolfwood shoves harder, making him squirm against the wall.
"Too late, preacher man," he manages, before dropping back. Wolfwood lets him go in disgust, then sights down the corridor, looking for Michael.
The walkie-talkie on the guy he'd dropped sputters into life. "...ohns? Marco? We've lost contact with Alister and Jinto."
Pierre is too smart to send his men out. That's what Wolfwood is thinking, when a door in the corridor slides open, and he comes face-to-face with the bodyguard from before -- with the wide-eyed, fearful girl in tow.
Her hands are bound. There's a gag in her mouth. The man has a gun.
Wolfwood looks at the guy, lifting his hands, then at her. "I hope you weren't paying him well," he says, and hopes to what little faith he has in God that Michael is continuing along the corridor and might possibly manage to keep him from getting shot right now.