Ah, that was more like it. Niikura raised the tranquilizer gun as the door opened again. They didn't need to be fully outside, just far enough that he had a clean shot at...well, if he could, he'd try to hit a blood vessel on the first shot. It was kind of hard, visibility being what it was and all. And then, once the dart hit, how long would it be until it went into effect?
"...if he's lost his glasses out there, Joe..."
"Sorry," Niikura muttered as he followed the woman as she walked outside. She stopped just a few steps outside the door and turned around, presumably to argue with her husband. Too gullible. You'd think in these kinds of conditions, you'd pick up some more street smarts, but some people just never changed. Idealists...okay, maybe he was being a little hypocritical, although his brand of idealism wasn't nearly so pleasant.
He breathed slowly and squeezed the trigger, allowing himself a second's worth of satisfaction when he heard an "Ouch!" He set down the gun and picked up Mike's. It was already in position by the time the woman's husband had dashed out as well.
"What happened?! Are you okay>? Wha--what is that?" "Some kind of...oh no..." "We need to get back inside...get back inside right now..."
Yup, sucks. The second shot sank in just as the man began yanking the woman back into the apartment, eliciting another yell of pain. Well, his job was done. Time to get moving and find a new target. Niikura spared the couple one last look--wait. They were...gone? No. They'd just been there five seconds ago! Where--
In an instant, almost as soon as the door to the apartment slammed shut for the second time, he knew. Stupid tranquilizers. This was why the police never used them on human targets: unpredictable rates of effect. It'd probably take...well, it was difficult to say...but either way, it hadn't been instantaneous. Leave it to Landel to make this as complicated as possible.
"Mike-san!" he half-whispered as loudly as he dared. The two had been hit, and eventually, they'd go down, but they needed to get those collars on them before they could alert half the camp as well.
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"...if he's lost his glasses out there, Joe..."
"Sorry," Niikura muttered as he followed the woman as she walked outside. She stopped just a few steps outside the door and turned around, presumably to argue with her husband. Too gullible. You'd think in these kinds of conditions, you'd pick up some more street smarts, but some people just never changed. Idealists...okay, maybe he was being a little hypocritical, although his brand of idealism wasn't nearly so pleasant.
He breathed slowly and squeezed the trigger, allowing himself a second's worth of satisfaction when he heard an "Ouch!" He set down the gun and picked up Mike's. It was already in position by the time the woman's husband had dashed out as well.
"What happened?! Are you okay>? Wha--what is that?" "Some kind of...oh no..." "We need to get back inside...get back inside right now..."
Yup, sucks. The second shot sank in just as the man began yanking the woman back into the apartment, eliciting another yell of pain. Well, his job was done. Time to get moving and find a new target. Niikura spared the couple one last look--wait. They were...gone? No. They'd just been there five seconds ago! Where--
In an instant, almost as soon as the door to the apartment slammed shut for the second time, he knew. Stupid tranquilizers. This was why the police never used them on human targets: unpredictable rates of effect. It'd probably take...well, it was difficult to say...but either way, it hadn't been instantaneous. Leave it to Landel to make this as complicated as possible.
"Mike-san!" he half-whispered as loudly as he dared. The two had been hit, and eventually, they'd go down, but they needed to get those collars on them before they could alert half the camp as well.