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Discussion in 'Ark City' started by Jo Harvelle, Sep 29, 2018.

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    Oct 5th, Year 108 || @KD6-3.7
    She knew that the terrible calls were always the ones that she got at ungodly times of day. Her ringer had been put low so it wouldn't wake anyone but herself and Jo had instantly groped around for her phone the second it started to ring. The blonde didn't growl when she answered the phone but it was a close sort of thing. After all, the clock read that it was three thirty in the morning. She had just gotten home a little after two. She had instantly dropped everything she had been carrying onto the kitchen table and then dragged herself to bed. Eating at work had it's perks and that meant she could just wash her face before passing out.

    Which was exactly what the blonde had done when she had gotten home. Trying to be quiet because she was sure that K had already gotten home and had already passed out before her. Sleep had hit her hard but less than an hour from her head hitting the pillow, her phone was ringing. "Hello?" The words slurred out from between her lips seconds before a panicked, pained voice started jabbering along on the other side of the line.

    "Slow down, Thomas. Slow down." Thomas was one of the hunters she knew. Guy always wore a cow boy hat and had a thick southern accent like a walking stereotype but there was typically nothing that unnerved him too much on a regular hunt. Which was what she assumed she had sent him and some others to the day before at one of the towns west of Ark City. A place with a name she couldn't quite remember with her mind all fogged up. He kept speaking at a hurried pace, as if he couldn't get all the words out soon enough, and Jo quickly woke up. Because people were dead and Thomas had locked himself somewhere to stay safe. He needed someone to come get him that would understand the situation.

    Ghouls.

    Something had been going on in the sleepy little town and Jo had sent off a small team to look into it. Not more than a few odd grave robberies but she didn't think that had been something too major for three hunters. Even if one of them wouldn't have been able to legally drink back in the states. Everyone was that age at one point and Jo had tried her hand at hunting when she wasn't much older, so who the hell was she to judge?

    Jo had gotten dressed all over again, jeans and t-shirt under a leather jacket. A good pair of boots and a couple of fake badges she had made for these situations. Normally she was the one playing back up on the phones but beggars couldn't be picky. Jo also knew what she would need for regular run of the mill ghouls, so she packed a few weapons into a bag before heading out. She'd have to find a car at some point. Something that wouldn't stand out that she could use that a certain duo had used their car.

    But she had to slip out of the front door in order to get a head start and Jo made sure to walk quietly through the main rooms to do so. K was asleep. He had work the next day. He wasn't one of the hunters that was part of her network so there was no reason for him to even get involved. Jo didn't even second guess that train of thought before she adjusted the duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Some of the guns clinked together but it didn't sound too loud to her at all. Shawn needed help. It was time to go.
     
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    The distant sound of a phone ringing roused K from his sleep. He’d already been in bed a while before Jo even got back home and he’d been unaware of her getting in, but the distant muffled ringing was enough to just stir him from his sleep to wonder what the sound was. After rolling over and realising what it was K settled back down and groggily assumed he would just fall back to sleep, only he could hear hushed talking following the call and then he could hear movement and the door opening and closing. It was unusual enough activity that K found himself rolling onto his back and staring at ceiling trying to figure out if Jo was just getting up for a drink or if something was happening. He could hear the soft clink of metal, of guns, the movement of feet on the floor and a gut feeling said this was unusual behaviour for three in the morning.

    K got up, folding the duvet back, he pulled on the clothing nearest to hand and easiest to get on which included a white long-sleeve t-shirt and the pants he’d arrived in Pandora with, then he headed out into the hallway. Sure enough as he passed by Jo’s bedroom the door was slightly open and a quick glance inside said she wasn’t in there. The lights were on in the main living rooms and now he was heading in that direction he could hear her moving around in there. It was the sound of someone trying to be quiet and doing a pretty good job of it, save for the fact that it was too late and the phone call itself had already roused him too much from sleep to ignore the other sounds of life.

    As he entered the main room Jo was on her way out, heading towards the door with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder. A duffel bag that was clinking and he suspected was full of weapons. She looked tired but resigned to her duty, K easily made the call that this was something to do with hunting. Something had happened somewhere and she was going out there to help. At three in the morning. By herself. He came to a stop in the doorway between hall and room.

    ”Jo?” He spoke aloud to get her attention before she left, his eyes flicked to the duffel bag and then to her, ”What’s wrong?”

    He wasn’t sure she’d actually tell him everything or not, she was secretive about what she did and that was fair enough. He understood wanting to keep that side of her life to herself somewhat, in fact most of what he knew about it was gleaned by accident or because the situation had revealed it and even now he was only assuming that was what she was going to do. He figured it was a pretty safe assumption though and if he was right there was no way he could allow her to just go out there by herself in good conscience.
     
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    Jo? The blonde knew she had fucked up the moment she heard K's voice. She froze slightly before adjusting the strap of the bag on her shoulder in an attempt to look normal. As if she were carrying a bag of groceries or books or something instead of a bag full of guns. Some were sticking out slightly. It would be obvious what it was but Jo certainly didn't care to think about that in this moment. Instead she looked over at K. He was standing in the hallway in a t-shirt and pants, looking tired. Not that he could be blamed for that because it was nearly four in the morning and anyone sane would be exhausted at this hour.

    "Nothin'." It was the instant reply out of Jo's mouth to go along with a smile that she might have given Ash when she had snuck out of the Roadhouse without her mother knowing. Shut up, dude. But K was not Ash and her smile dropped for a second. There wasn't anything to feel guilty over but Jo felt it all the same. She was sneaking out of her own house and lying to K when she really didn't ever lie to K. He had never judged her and he had never stuck his nose into her business unless it had suddenly been there in the first place. They had found an oddly even way to walk through friendship and she didn't want to fuck that up either. Lying to him was not her first intention it was just an automatic reply to anyone who wasn't in the family business.

    So she sighed and shook her head slightly before correcting herself. "Nothing I can't handle." Which was true. Ghouls were gross and disgusting as all hell but Jo knew how to handle them. As long as it was run of the mill ghouls at least. The blonde looked at the door and then shrugged before walking backwards towards it. Thomas was waiting, along with Shawn and Darren. "Three hunters I sent out to a place with some signs of supernatural ran into some ghouls they couldn't handle. Thomas is locked in a closet somewhere pissing himself and he doesn't know if the other two are alive or not." Which was what she had figured out but the closet was locked and Thomas was pretty sure he'd be alright for a bit. He had calmed down the instant Jo said she was on her way. Jo Harvelle had a way of doing that because she pulled asses out of the fire all day long if she had to.

    "So I gotta go take care of Thomas, figure out what happened to the other two, and kill some ghouls. I'll be back before breakfast." She smiled at him to reassure him and then grabbed her keys off the console table next to the front door. "You should get some more sleep. You got work tomorrow, right?" She didn't want him getting involved but truth be told, it didn't even register on her mind that K would come along or be involved. He hadn't so far. That water monster on the beach had just been an oddity and there had been plenty of fights at the Homestead he had no idea about. It had been attacked by demons, vampires, werewolves, and a bunch of other shit that Jo had handled just fine while K was working there.

    She had even sauntered out the front door between another hunter and an alpha werewolf trying to kill her, and shot him in the face with a hip shot. Jo Harvelle was perfectly fine on her own. Even though she had died, Jo wasn't going to let that stop her ever. This was who she was and she wasn't going to back down now.
     
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    Nothing. It was the exact reply he’d expected her to say if he was entirely honest and though he clearly knew it was a lie he certainly didn’t begrudge her for it. She’d always tried to keep him out of the hunting loop, she’d never wanted him to know more than he needed to know or get involved in any way beyond that which he already was. He knew she helped hunters out and occasionally went out there herself but he’d never been present for it and he’d never had a reason to get involved beyond certain circumstances, such as with the beach monster or when he’d stumbled across her metering out her justice to the hunter at the Homestead. He’d also never intended to walk into her world either, not because he didn’t want to help but because he’d never gone looking for that kind of trouble. But it was here now, right in front of him and someone he’d watched die once before, someone he cared about was about to go out there and risk her life for other people. What was he supposed to do, say that was okay and turn back in again?

    It might have been nothing she couldn’t handle, he didn’t doubt that, this was her line of work but the difference was she didn’t have to handle it alone. K didn’t know what a ghoul was but apparently they’d gotten the jump on some hunters bad enough that two were MIA and one was locked in a closet and had needed to call for backup. She made it sound casual, like it was a walk in the park and K blinked at her, brow furrowing slightly because she was shrugging him off, effectively telling him he wasn’t needed. He could walk away, he could have agreed with her that yes he had work tomorrow and yes she could probably handle it and leave it at that but he’d not get any sleep over that answer and it would niggle at him just like it was already niggling uncomfortably at him now.

    The inbuilt urge to obey battled with his sense of right and wrong and very rapidly lost the fight. He couldn’t let her go out there by herself while he slept safe and soundly. She might have been absolutely fine out there by herself but she didn’t have to be and he was far more resilient than she had any understanding of. Fighting the supernatural was not what K had been built for but he was uniquely suited to dealing with things beyond the bounds of a born-human.

    ”Were you planning on just walking there?” K inquired, bypassing everything she’d just said with a polite question, ”Give me a minute, I’ll fly you, it’ll be faster.”

    He didn’t wait around to hear her reasoning as to why he shouldn’t do that either. There was no way she could argue her method of transport be it public or on her own feet would get her there anywhere near as fast as a direct flight with the Spinner. Saving a little time might save lives too if these things had Thomas pinned down somewhere. The sooner back up arrived the sooner she could get him out of there…and if somewhere along the way there was a requirement for someone a little stronger, a little faster and a little tougher than a human then conveniently K would be there.

    He headed swiftly back into his room, tugged his boots on, pulled his harness over his shoulders, slotted his gun into place and pulled his big coat on over the top as he headed back down the hallway and to the main room. Whether she had waited or not K had two options, they either headed into the Spinner now or he’d be driving it down the road to pick her up there and then they’d be on their way.
     
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    Were you planning on just walking there? The question struck her as completely odd because he was right, she didn't have a car. She had been planning on stealing one if she was being honest with him but suddenly that felt really stupid of her. It was one thing to fight monsters. K might have thought differently of stealing someone's car. Maybe she should really start thinking about getting her own car. It was smart. But that wasn't what was on his mind at all. Instead he turned around and offered to drive her there. Jo paused and her brows drew together for a moment but there was a half smile on her lips all the same. He was going to… fly her over? Like he was dropping her off at work?

    He left to go back to his room and Jo found she wasn't going to be able to refuse him that. It really would be faster and she had a chance to actually get some sleep before going back to work the next day. It would give the other hunters a better chance as well because she could help them sooner. So there wasn't a single argument over his offer instead she smiled at him a little more brightly under her tired eyes. "Thanks, K." In her mind he was absolutely not anything more than a quick ride over. Why would he get involved in the hunt? They'd have to make sure his car couldn't be linked to the area, just in case, but that wouldn't be too hard. It was a smallish town and jogging a little bit would let them enter the area a little more on guard.

    "I have the address here." Jo tossed him her cell phone so he could see the text. "If it locks the pin is 4485." Without any hesitation Jo gave him the code to unlock her cell. She had more than enough to carry and get ready on the ride over so she was prepared enough for what had to be done. With K's car flying, she wouldn't even have to worry about where they were going once the address was plugged in. "Aim for about half a mile out at closest. I'd prefer a mile if you can." She could run that easily enough if she left a few things in the car like the extra rounds of ammo that was more of a back up than anything else. Jo rarely needed more than one round for something that died by a shot to the head.

    So Jo gave him the pin to her phone while forgetting what she had set as her phone background. Not on the lock screen, on the actual wallpaper. It was the picture of the two of them standing in the shark teeth, making faces. That was safe, or so she had told herself, because it was two friends having a good time. Never mind what else it might have meant. People always had pictures of their friends like that on their phones. But she had saved all those pictures, waking up with her cell phone still in her pocket and for some reason undamaged. It had helped a lot when she had been looking for him, though no one had seen him.

    She slipped into the car after the door had slid up. She pulled herself into the seat steadily and started to sort through what she had. Handguns were good but she also wanted to bring a rifle just in case she had a chance to do this at a distance. She'd need confirmation of the ghoul first which was hard up close but as long as you didn't tip your hand you could pull away from them and pick them off before they had a chance to be real trouble. Plus then she'd not get brains all over herself or blood and it would be harder for the cops to get her for the "murder".
     
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    Thankfully she didn’t argue her point and she didn’t try to set off without him, it made the whole thing far easier considering he was coming along whether she wanted him to or not by this point. When he returned she even had a thankful smile on her face and K nodded slightly before catching the phone she tossed in his direction, noting the pin in the back of his mind in case he needed it and a glance down to the lock screen said he would. He could program the address into the Spinners nav system and then find somewhere on the map that looked like a safe spot to touch down so they’d retain the element of surprise. Thankfully since Pandora’s big change around the mapping sytems available were far more complex and detailed and it wasn’t so much trying to rely on the scanners but something he’d been able to download directly and update the car with.

    They headed out and K unlocked the vehicle, it lit up and opened the doors for both of them as they approached and K slid into the drivers seat with Jo’s phone in hand. He tapped in the pin code without a second thought and was met with an image he did not expect to see when the phone opened up. It made him pause and stare. The background on her phone was of the two of them standing in the oversized shark teeth pulling ridiculous faces into the camera the day they’d gone to the aquarium. It was still K’s favourite day and he hadn’t forgotten a moment of it, the ticket stub had turned into a kind of pseudo lucky charm that he had tucked away into the visor though it looked a little battered now from time spent in his pocket trekking across the Dread Wastes. With everything that had happened since then it felt so far away, so distant, and yet here it was immortalised and she’d chosen to put that picture on her home screen.

    He didn’t know why she’d done that, why she would choose to put their photo right there on her phone (or rather he had an inking but he didn’t think that was correct), but he thought it was sweet, enough that a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and softened his expression before he pulled up the address and then fed it into the Spinners nav system. A detailed map of their destination swirled into view on the screen and K scaled out a little to a mile radius so he could turn the map and find a flat area that was concealed but with a clear access route to get them where they were going. Once he’d keyed that into the Spinner the vehicle hummed to life and with a gentle rock it lifted into the air. It wouldn’t take them long to get where they were going via a direct route but it was long enough that K had a few questions he wanted answering.

    ”You said it was ghouls?” He asked curiously, looking over to her as she prepped her gear, ”What are they? Why are they bad?” A pause, ”How do you stop them?”

    Looking at her well armed duffle bag, K would have gone out on a limb to say a gun was enough to put a stop to whatever they were but he was curious. What made a monster bad? Why did it deserve to be hunted down and killed? What had they done that had earned them the label of being dangerous enough to people that they had to be hunted down and eradicated when they were found? K still maintained the fact that he had never killed anyone who had been born, it seemed strangely important that if he was going to ever change that he know why he was doing it. He trusted Jo absolutely, if she said something was bad then it probably was, but he was curious to know why anyway. For his own conscience and piece of mind.
     
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    Jo didn't even look over at K as she settled in. Her mind wasn't on the flying car either. That she was ignoring on purpose so she could keep her nerves steady before the hunt. Regular bullets in most of the guns with the safeties still on but she was strapping one to her leg and getting the others ready to be hauled the mile she was hoping to run to where Thomas was. You said it was ghouls? The blonde finally looked up to K and was slightly startled by his questions. He just seemed curious though and Jo could hardly blame him. If their roles were reversed she would have been asking questions as well. But she would have been planning more than just a drive over and Jo still didn't think that K was planning on coming with.

    "Ghouls eat people." That was the best way to put it. The shortest way to put it. "Every type I've ever met always eat live people and none of them are ever satisfied with dead bodies to begin with." Though that was how it always started. She remembered the one ghoul she had met at the waterfront though. That had not been like any ghoul she had ever met but the other woman she had run into claimed it was one from her world. Jo knew they weren't dealing with those this time because Thomas would have already been dead. Those things couldn't be stopped by something as simple as hiding. Jo had had to burn the thing to get it to back off in the first place. Molotov cocktail.

    Jo looked down at her guns and rolled her shoulders slightly. "I always check first. To see what they've been doing. Can't fault someone for what they are and just trying to survive, but I have yet to meet one that gave a shit about that. They like things fresh." Which was something that Jo didn't like the sound of but that was how it had been described to her by ghouls before. "Headshot kills them like standard zombies." That much was easy enough to explain but then... then another subject came up in the back of her mind. The other fact of what ghouls could do.

    "Ghouls from my home world take the shape of the person they ate most recently. Sometimes they can get memories too, but I'm not too clear on that. So if one let's say ate Shawn... then there's a chance that Shawn won't be Shawn if I find him." Which was why it was difficult to deal with ghouls. Code words and memories wouldn't work to verify. You had to find out yourself the hard way. Which also meant that K shouldn't exactly trust if she came back. It was complicated. "Sooo.... just ask me like twenty questions about things we both know when I get back, okay? Takes time for memories to shift through and they wouldn't know as much." Like things about the zoo or the ice cream or even about the Homestead. Who knew what else that K thought they would remember. It was best they didn't talk about it now.

    The car started to descend and Jo held out her hand for her phone, before ticking it on silent and tucking it into her pocket. The lock screen didn't have a picture of them on it, so she didn't even think about it, and soon enough Jo was opening the door to step outside. Time to go. She motioned to K in a bit of a wave that was also another thanks when she realized he was getting out of the car too. "What are you doing?" Fresh air? Stretch legs? Jo sure as hell hoped so.
     
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    K wasn’t sure what he expected the answer to his questions to be but it wasn’t that they ate people. Ate live people. That was horrifying, brutal, merciless. His brow furrowed and there was a mild expression of distaste on his face that lingered for a moment before fading away. In some respects he supposed it was no different to a predator of some kind in the wild, the strong preyed on the weak and consumed them, only in this case the weak were humans and there was something awful in that. It effectively made them murderers or worse. Either way that alone would have been enough to settle K’s mind on the subject but Jo continued, explaining that she did her checks to make sure they weren’t innocent and he believed her. Nothing in his experience said she would bring harm to anyone who wasn’t deserving of it, she could be hard-nosed when she wanted to be and she was strong willed and efficient when it came to handling weapons but that spoke of someone with a plan, not someone needlessly getting off on a kill.

    He listened in silence as she explained that in her world these creatures could take the memories of someone they had eaten and that they could even go a step further and would take the shape of that person too. That was a scary thought. To think someone you cared about might be gone and you wouldn’t even realise it until it was too late and the monster revealed itself. Even more concerning was that Jo had been planning on coming out here by herself do deal with these things. What if the worst had happened? What if they’d gotten her? Nobody would even know. All the more reason for him to go with her and ensure that wouldn’t happen. She wasn’t going to like it but it was too late for that now, he was already out here with her, which was admittedly part of the plan.

    By the time she’d done explaining and answering all his questions (including the useful knowledge that a headshot would put them down), the Spinner was starting its descent to the preprogramed destination. K handed her phone back over and opened the car door on his side so he could get out too. He slid a small tablet screen out of the dashboard and gestured to the drone embedded into the Spinners roof and it rose with a soft hum into the darkness, disappearing overhead to monitor the area for hostiles. He fully planned on bringing it along with them to give them a birds eye view of what was going on, it could help with spotting anyone heading their way they might not see otherwise and when it was high enough nobody would hear it either. A silent guardian overhead.

    ”Coming with you.” He replied reasonably to Jo’s question, like there was no argument to be had here. He closed the door behind himself and moved around to the front of the car, sliding the small tablet screen into his inside coat pocket ”My job was hunting down Replicants who didn’t want to be found.” he reminded, looking over to her with his usual calm expression, ”You don’t have to do this job by yourself. Consider me backup if you need it. And if you don’t… a mile is a long way to carry everything by yourself.” he held out his hand and nodded to her duffel bag. After all she was the one who knew what she was doing, if she could unload some of that weight on him then she’d be fresher and ready to go on the other end of this little trip.
     
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    It was a lot of heavy information. Jo knew that. The funny thing was the fact that ghouls weren't even that bad. There were so many things in her world that were worse and she had journals filled with different things she had killed in Pandora. Different types, figuring out how to kill the damn things, and surviving through it. She had done a lot of work as a hunter before Pandora had kicked over. It was worse now, there were so many more people but that meant so many more monsters. It also meant more cover for hunters. It was more like home in a way and Jo still wasn't entirely sure if she liked that. Did it matter? Of course not. Her opinion never mattered in the grand scheme of things.

    But that hazel eyed gaze landed on the soft spoken man as he clearly said coming with you. She didn't need to clean her ears out, she had heard every word, but that didn't stop the sudden side eye she was giving K. He went back into explaining what he was doing. Coming to help her. He had not just come for a ride and Jo felt a little bit like a sucker for believing such a thing in the first place. He held out his hand for the duffel bag and she felt like cursing him fifty ways to Sunday. Kicking his ass was on the list too but Jo already knew that she couldn't pull that one off. No matter what tough love normally was like for a hunter, she was tiny and she didn't really want to hurt K. Not really.

    "We're going to have words about this." She couldn't delay any longer but there was a strongly pointed finger in his direction before she tossed him the bag. Because he didn't understand the path he was walking down. She didn't know what it was like to hunt down Replicants who didn't want to be found but there had to be a big difference between that and the shit that Jo handled. Everything she handled was vile and disturbing. There were no real happy endings because she always got there too late. Her lips thinned down to a single line then she started off in the correct direction, not saying another thing because Thomas did need her help. She just… K was… he was more important than the other hunters and he meant something more to Jo. She felt ashamed of that, that she would treasure one person's life over another, because that was the kind of shit that the Winchesters always pulled.

    Jo moved at a steady pace down the dark street. It was quiet and there wasn't anyone else out but that was just how the suburbs worked in these kinds of places. She avoided the major intersections with the cameras and soon enough they were standing outside of a... cemetery. "Of course. Of course we have to go to the creepy place." There was a bit of a growl to her words but Thomas had only given her an address. If he was locked in a closet somewhere here then it would likely be in one of the main buildings. Which were typically funeral homes for ceremonies and the like. Crossing the cemetery to get there though? Sitting ducks. She cursed under her breath and then pulled out her hip holstered hand gun, holding it low while she moved past the slightly open gates.

    Would it be here or would they have moved to a house along the edge of the place? Either was possible but she was goin-- she stopped and looked down. They weren't even that far in when a body was on the ground. Shawn. Shawn wasn't alive anymore and all of his insides had been pulled outside. Well, what was left of him. Her mouth screwed up and her eyes watered for a second. He wasn't even old enough to drink back in the States but that was... well, it didn't matter now, did it? She took a breath away from it, noted that Shawn was dead and his body needed to be burned, before moving around the kill and heading towards the main building. There was nothing else to do except move forward and Jo clicked the safety off the second she saw a bloody hand print on the side door. Where was Darren? Which closet would Thomas be in? How many ghouls were there? Too many questions, not enough time, and she pushed her way in carefully. Dark. Lights didn't work. This was just getting better and better. She glanced over at K to make sure he had stayed with her. That was all she could really do. Keep an eye out for him as she could. Why had he followed her into this madness?
     
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    K ignored the slanted look she gave him when he announced he was actually coming with her and not about to sit around in the car like a cab driver waiting for her to come back. She did not look happy about it but he was counting on two things, one being that she was under time restraints if she wanted to help the hunter and she wouldn’t waste it arguing with him and two, she actually could do with the back up even if she didn’t want to acknowledge that. Either way it worked because she pointed a finger at him to warn him about ‘words’ being had later and then accepted his presence. K smiled subtly to himself because he had no doubt that later he was going to get an earful for pulling a fast one on her and he knew he had it coming. He wasn’t looking forward to it, he didn’t want to intentionally piss Jo off, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him either.

    He caught the duffel bag full of weapons and ammo and hauled it over his shoulder with a soft clinking sound. He followed her lead because she was the one with experience in this field and quietly tracked down the street a few paces back and slightly to the side. When he estimated they must almost be where they were going, he slid his own gun out of his harness and clicked the safety off. Alongside them was a cemetery and the irony of people eating monsters hanging out in a graveyard wasn’t lost on K and it didn’t seem to be lost on Jo either. K continued on her heels, following her lead into the creepy cemetery, and it wasn’t long until they stumbled across evidence that the ghouls had indeed been here at some point. A man’s body was strewn across the floor, he was very clearly dead because nobody survived having their insides ripped out like that.

    K didn’t recognise him but that wasn’t because he hadn’t seen the man around, it was because the pain on his face contorting him in death was not an expression anyone would have recognised on a living person. Unfortunately for K it wasn’t the first time he’d seen brutal violence in one shape or form but for the first time he had to note that if he saw someone who looked like this man again this evening, he was probably looking at the monsters they’d come here to stop. His response to the gory discovery was far more neutral than Jo, who had known the younger hunter. Together they moved around the body and towards the main building. The door seemed to be slightly ajar and there was a bloody hand print there though whether that was one of the other hunters or a sign that Thomas was within this building was anyone’s guess.

    As Jo carefully pushed into the building and tried the lights to no avail, K kept tight on her heels and once they were inside he slipped his hand into his coat and removed the tablet screen he’d pulled from the Spinner before. Somewhere hundreds of feet above their heads the drone would be doing its job. Switching the screen on it glowed with a dull dark light as K’s fingers danced over the settings. Every so often it would flicker like there was some kind of interference and then an image popped up. A full 3D rendering in night vision of the building they were in. It stripped back to the foundations and a small green light blipped on and off deeper inside the building, second floor. It wasn’t moving and seemed to be within the walls. Presumably a closet. K swivelled the tablet screen to show Jo. That was where Thomas was.

    ”The drone can only recognise human and replicant DNA signatures.” He explained as quietly as he dared, ”If there are ghouls between us and him…” He shook his head slightly to indicate the drone wouldn’t be able to mark them, he could work around that issue but it would take the kind of time they didn’t really have. At least they knew where they needed to go now. There was a sign indicating the stairs were to the left at the bottom of the hallway. The long dark hallway with multiple doors coming of it to other offices and rooms providing about a dozen good ambush spots if K was any judge.
     
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  11. Jo Harvelle

    Jo Harvelle Supernatural

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    He looked down at the body and Jo realized that he was still calm. Not that he was ignoring anything about the situation just that he took it in better stride than most people did. She didn't doubt that he had seen violence. He had reacted to the water monster like someone who knew what they were doing (to an extent) and he wasn't someone who shied away from confrontation. He also didn't go around starting things either so it was an odd mix for Jo to watch, even if it was out of the corner of her eye before they walked into the building. There had to be more than three ghouls to handle the three men. These weren't newbies, they were experienced hunters, and while ghouls were normally annoying they didn't typically scatter hunters without having overwhelming numbers or already sitting on a minefield of memories of someone close to the hunters.

    It was complicated and annoying, but Jo didn't think it was all that difficult. Pairs were more likely but then again, family units could be found. Families of ghouls and that was always fucking creepy. Thankfully Jo had never run into a ghoul posing as a kid or ghouls that were children because that was a part of hunting she had never really mixed unless it was ghosts. Ghosts were always different. They were already dead. All the ghouls she had ever met had been older and therefore a little easier to deal with on a level that might have made most people uncomfortable. Jo had been about to start down the hallway and K was almost glued behind her. It was sort of odd the way that K just fell into line. No arguing, no need to remind her that he was taller, stronger, or whatever else he happened to be, and no speaking to her like he knew better about the situation they were going into. Jo only had hunts like that when she went with someone who already knew what she was capable of because she had already showed them. K… he was doing that because he was K.

    Damn. She really liked him. It wasn't even anything she could ignore in that split second as she held back a step to listen to him speak. The drone was there and Jo watched it for a second before realizing that this was something that could actually really help on a hunt. Even if it could just tell her what was human and what wasn't human. Even that amount would be more than helpful, actually. It also told them exactly where Thomas was. Another point in the droid's favor. Also not helping with her lecture later, which Jo knew she wouldn't be able to have if K was helpful. Jo knew what it was like to have to eat her own words.

    The blonde moved up the first set of stairs that she found and was concerned when the lights didn't work on the second level either. She also didn't like that she couldn't hear anything. It made the skin on the back of her neck rise. Where were the ghouls? Jo stopped, looking down a second set of impossible doors. There could have been an ambush at any turn. Jo reached into her backpack and snapped a few glow sticks, chucking them down the hallway to provide some sort of light. Something moved just in the corner of the light, too fast to catch and Jo lifted her gun in that general direction. At least two. Had she told K that. "Did it see anything beyond that one dot, K? At all?" Anything moving outside of that closet might not have been human. Whatever had just moved had not been human. Jo took another step down the hallway and kept her gaze forward. Shoot on sight? Where was Darren? If there hadn't been anything else in the building, then what had happened to Darren?

    Something creaked down the hallway, a door easing open and Jo could make out the general shape in the darkness. Her glow sticks didn't reach. The closet hadn't opened yet but something a few doors down had. A familiar face poked around the edge of the door and stepped into the light. Darren. Stocky guy, dark hair, with a baseball cap and a plaid shirt over a t-shirt. He looked like he was covered in a cold sweat. "Jo?" He looked relieved to see her, which would be the case, but Jo raised her gun and kept it on the man before she asked K the same question again. "Did it see anything beyond that one dot?" Her voice was ice, safety off, and Jo cocked the gun in a practiced move even as Darren looked startled.
     
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    KD6-3.7 Blade Runner 2049

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    At least they now knew where Thomas was, and the scanner had also proven that anything between them and the little green dot was likely not human. K could have reconfigured the settings to pinpoint anything that moved to give them a heads up, a blip for any kind of life sign at all but then they wouldn’t be able to distinguish between human or otherwise because the scanner had no way of asserting what they were aside from lifesigns. This tech was only built in a world where there were humans and replicants to be concerned about, nothing like monsters that wore the faces of dead people, it wasn’t really designed for the job they were currently doing but the way it worked out sort of worked in their favour and K knew it.

    He tucked the tablet away into his pocket again to focus on what was ahead of them as he followed Jo up the first flight of stairs and onto the landing. It was just as dark here as it had been downstairs and everything was quiet in the building save for their soft rustling movements and the gentle creak of the floor under their feet. Nevertheless K’s ears strained out for anything out of the ordinary beyond those sounds and he found himself sliding far too easily back into the role of a Blade Runner. It was like a second skin, his emotions settled themselves down to a pre-programmed baseline and a sense of calm he didn’t have elsewhere anymore descended over his mind and body. No fear, no adrenaline, no concern or worries, no thoughts outside of a pure focus of the job ahead. No that wasn’t entirely true, this wasn’t like being a Blade Runner at all. K was not assigned a partner in his work he’d never had another person there when the cases he worked came to their tragic ends. For the first time, K was thinking of something outside the job ahead and it was ensuring Jo remained alive.

    He didn’t allow himself to glance sidelong towards her, that kind of stupid mistake was precisely when something would leap out and catch them out. But the thought was there in the forefront of his mind; kill the ghouls, keep Jo alive. Something moved beyond the glow of the sticks and K adjusted the duffel on his shoulder to withdraw the tablet again at her question. He knew what she was asking for and he wasn’t going to confirm it without a double check, nobody was going to die tonight that wasn’t supposed to, K was too efficient to make a mistake like assuming anything. He ran the scan again and as the drones hi-tech surveillance and monitoring system swept through the building once more a man eased out of a doorway partly down the corridor.

    K’s gaze flicked to him, he’d seen this man at the Homestead once or twice but he didn’t know his name. He looked human, he looked relieved to see Jo but the question remained and K’s eyes dropped back to the tablet at the scan finished. There were two humans and one replicant on the scan, Jo’s little green blip was right next to K’s and then the third was down the hallway, still huddled in the closet. The man edging down the corridor towards them had not been picked up.

    ”No.” K confirmed quietly, ”Just the one.” There was an edge to his voice that said he was sorry to confirm the news that they were too late to save two out of the three hunters out here. That Jo was now faced with the only option of shooting this man in the head even though he looked like someone she knew. K had never enjoyed having to mete out death to anyone, he couldn’t imagine Jo did either. His expression was sombre as he replaced the tablet into his coat once more.

    There wasn’t much time to think about it though, at the last second K became aware of movement to his right. An unfamiliar figure had eased a door open to the side while they were distracted with Darren, it was only the sudden movement coming towards him out the corner of his eye that alerted K to someone being there. ”Ambush-” He managed to warn Jo from behind before he turned and raised his arm against the oncoming attack from the side.

    A stocky, well built man swung a large empty porcelain vase for his head. As he raised his arm to defend his face it smashed against his elbow and exploded into little shards that rained down onto the floor. K’s arm hadn’t even moved at the impact. The ghoul had clearly not expected that kind of resilience and K took the moment of surprise to sock the ghoul in the face with a flawlessly executed punch that broke his nose and made him stagger backwards into the room. K took a step to turn himself towards the room, blocking the door so the ghoul couldn’t get out. He raised his LAPD Blaster.

    ”Don’t.” He warned as the ghoul lowered bloodied hands from his bleeding broken nose. He watched as his eyes flickered towards the office desk at the side of the room. K could see he was calculating if he could make it behind the desk before he was shot. ”You won’t make it.” He pointed out calmly but that didn’t seem to change the ghouls mind. With a feint left, as though K would fall for it, the Ghoul dodged for the desk and with a single shot K blasted his brains all over the wall. The body slumped to the floor and K frowned subtly. He still didn’t enjoy it, he considered to himself as he swiftly turned on his heel back to the hallway and Jo’s predicament…
     
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  13. Jo Harvelle

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    Just the one. The ghoul in front of her didn't know what she was talking about of course. Not fully. Instead he had a hurt look on his face as if he couldn't believe that Jo was pointing a gun at him. Jo didn't hesitate at that point. Instead the blonde fired as soon as the words had left K's lips. She trusted him and so she pulled that trigger. Her aim had always been one of the best and a headshot at this distance wasn't hard for her. It could almost be seen as an easy kill because the ghoul didn't even have time to react. Darren was dead, Shawn was dead, and Thomas was still locked into that closet. She had to cut her losses and get Thomas out.

    Her bullet carved a path through the ghoul's head and the body jerked before it hit the ground. Jo was use to it and the second she heard noise to the side. K had tried to say something to warn her but then there was a crash behind her and Jo started to turn. Which was the wrong idea because another person came surging out of the darkness at that point. Tall and lean, enraged dark eyes and dark hair, another ghoul. No mistaking it at this point. If Thomas was the only other human in the area then almost anything coming at them had to be a ghoul. She shifted back and fired, clipping the ghoul in the shoulder to try and stop him. Her second shot landed directly in his chest which did send him back for a second and then the third was a headshot. Keeping him a good distance so Jo also didn't get blood all over her clothing.

    By the time she moved to look over her shoulder K was warning the ghoul he was dealing with not to do something. Which was futile but kind of interesting that the soft spoken man was trying to reason with a monster. It didn't work and next thing Jo knew, the third ghoul was dead with gross shit all over the wall behind him. The blonde looked at K when he looked at her, one eyebrow raised at him and there might have been an odd look on her face. Almost as if she were trying to understand him for a second before she moved towards the closet, stepping around the two bodies that she had created.

    The closet was half way down the hallway and she had a feeling that the problem hadn't been taken care of yet. Three so far and yet they had left the body out front? They did prefer organs over other parts. She still had plenty of ammo in her gun and the hunter moved down the hall, only taking a moment to kick a few of the glow sticks further down. The small green lights rolled until they stopped in front of the closet door. She stood there for a moment, listening, trying to figure out what might be lurking but she didn't hear anything. With K watching her back, Jo tried the handle to the door before hearing a noise on the other side. Thomas didn't know who was testing the door but it was obvious that he didn't like the sound of it. Which meant he wasn't going to open the door.

    Jo couldn't kick doors down but she hissed into the door jam all the same "Thomas, open up." Of course he wouldn't have what they had. He wouldn't know that she hadn't been eaten along the way but hunters typically had more faith in Jo Harvelle. Except the door didn't unlock. There was a rattle from the other side and then she heard the whisper from the other end. "I'm sorry, Jo. Run." She could hear a sudden struggle on the other side of the closet, something slammed into the door from the other side, causing her to take a step back. Thomas screamed and if K had been looking at his tablet, the third green dot would have vanished.

    She knew what that meant and the door swung open to two bodies. Well, one body and one ghoul with a large grin on its face. There was blood everywhere and Thomas' throat had been torn out. Jo fired twice again, double tapping the one that had been in the closet. Jo knew what happened. The ghouls had likely killed two of the hunters from the start and then used poor Thomas to call her in. Jo Harvelle had gotten known in certain circles in the past "five years" of running the Homestead. A name that was known to hunters and monsters. This had been a trap from the start.

    The lights suddenly tapped on and then doors started swinging open. Four ghouls. There had been four ghouls and another several started stepping out into the hallway. The blonde took another step back to be a step closer to K and any emotion on her face had hardened into something more like anger. So without saying anything or warning K what she was doing, Jo lifted her gun and started firing.
     
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    K could hear the shots happening in the corridor behind him even as he dealt with the surprise attacker from the side. He didn’t let it distract him, the fact that there were following shots said Jo had it under control and nobody would get anywhere if they panicked or allowed themselves to get distracted – or rather in his mind, if they allowed themselves to become ‘emotionally compromised’. K had had it ingrained into him that emotions did not come into play in situations like this, they were high stress, they were dangerous, they were the kinds of experiences that could traumatise the mind and knock someone off their baseline in an instant. But he’d never let them get under his skin, he’d never allowed those experiences to touch him too deeply, he’d always been so careful to be detached and distant from the job he did. Like he was watching someone else take the reins and do the job that needed to be done. Like a machine.

    Then things had changed and from his new perspective he couldn’t help but look back on everything he’d done with a bitter and resigned kind of anger and frustration. He’d not necessarily believed them when they’d told him the Nexus 8’s hadn’t been the same as him or that they needed to be retired but he’d understood and he’d accepted his role without doubt or question. Now he knew better he couldn’t understand how he’d been so okay with it all. Even now, even reaching the strange calmness he’d always felt went he was on a case as a Blade Runner he knew this was different, that if he’d been sat down in the small box-room with its blinding white walls and a thin black slit shouting baseline orders at him he would have been so far off the charts they’d have put him down instantly. Every time he pulled the trigger now he felt it. It had a weight and a meaning behind it, there was no thrill or exhilaration or sense of good in the act, just a kind of grim acceptance that if he didn’t do this then someone else, someone innocent would die.

    He returned to the hallway to find Jo had dealt not only with Darren but with a second ghoul that she’d put down. K could see the multiple gunshots had been used to knock the creature back before she’d put it down with a headshot. His gaze swept efficiently across the bodies and then met Jo’s eyes. K was still as calm and collected as he had been back in the Spinner, he perhaps looked a little more awake now, a little grimmer in expression but he was focused and controlled as he retook his position slightly behind her. Together they advanced down the hallway, K kept an eye on the hallway both behind them and ahead of them to allow Jo to focus on the closet where Thomas was. There was some rattling as she tried the door and then from the other side, a hushed conversation followed by an immediate realisation that Thomas wasn’t alone in there. It was too late though, he screamed and K realised what this was. It was a trap…for her.

    The lights blasted on and K blinked at the sudden brightness. Ahead of them doors swung open and ghouls emerged in higher numbers, several of them at least. K stepped up alongside Jo, dumping the duffel bag full of guns and ammo at their feet, allowing it to fall open so both of them could access what they needed to. In the close quarters of the hallway it was a slaughter, at least for the ghouls at the forefront that took the first wave of bullets from both their guns. The ghouls behind them wised up and darted into separate rooms. K suspected those rooms would have connecting doors and it would bring them out behind them.

    Sure enough a few moments later a door slammed open behind K and two ghouls launched towards them from behind in a sneak attack, arms outstretched. There wasn’t enough time to swing the gun around so K instead shifted his weight onto his right foot and swung a roundhouse kick straight into the lead ghouls chest. It was like running into a brick wall and the ghoul stopped dead in his tracks and staggered back to block the advance of the second one, it was long enough for K to bring his gun up for a headshot. He took out the lead ghoul but then he was out of ammo and the second ghoul was fast to take the chance.

    K was slammed into the wall as the ghoul tried to get past him to Jo, however instead of the breath being knocked out of him, the wall caved in behind him, plasterwork crumbled around his back and K slammed an elbow into it to stop himself going straight through, the momentum took him straight into the surviving ghoul. He slammed the creatures head off the far wall hard enough to make it look dazed and concussed and then he planted a hand onto the creatures throat and lifted it clear of the floor. Choking it out against the wall with one hand. It scrabbled at his grip and cursed and spat hatred and threats at him. K tightened his grip until the creature made an unpleasant choking sound and passed out. He held for another second then released it. The body crumpled to the floor but Jo had said a headshot was the only sure way… K swiftly moved to the bag of ammo, snatched a handgun and spun to point it back at the ghoul on the floor.

    ”Please don’t get up.” He requested politely. There was a second of uncertainty and then the ghoul started to launch himself towards K. A single bullet put him down and once again K turned to return to Jo’s side to support her...
     
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    Jo Harvelle Supernatural

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    She didn't know what to expect from this but when did Jo ever know what to do in these situations? She knew when to roll with it and she had plenty in that bag that would help in a pinch. More than just ammo, though that was the majority of the items in there. Ammo and weapons. Enough to rearm the three hunters that had gone missing. That were now dead. Jo would have time to process that later or maybe she'd suppress it like she had with five thousand other things that had happened to her. Buried deep, drowned with whiskey, and then it only came out in her nightmares. That was a little bit better, wasn't it? She could function better that way. Just like every other hunter she had ever met, her mother included. Bitterness and whiskey, only way to live.

    Jo was breathing in a slow, deliberately calm way as she fired. One headshot, two, then they were all scrambling behind doors. She growled as they did because she didn't want to leave a single one alive. That was the job of a hunter. Taking care of the problem so it wouldn't be a problem anymore. She moved slightly at that point and started to kick the bag open slightly so that she'd be able to pull various items out of the duffel as they stood there. Letting the ghouls come to them in the hallway was probably not the worst idea. Not the best idea but Jo hadn't exactly figured out that the best weapon she had brought was currently standing half a step behind her, guarding her back. At least not until another door slammed open and suddenly K was dealing with a ghoul behind her.

    The noise of it startled her and she looked over her shoulder to see K... putting a ghoul through the wall with that same calm yet determined look on his face. Her hazel eyes snapped wide as she realized that K was going to be just fine on his own completely. He had kicked the guy too and he was so goddamn calm. Jo turned back around in an attempt to keep an eye on the other way but none of the doors were opening at this stage. She knew that ghouls could get into spaces that other people could not. They could crawl through vents, drains, and five thousand other things.

    Please don't get up. It took everything inside of her not to turn to look at what K was doing. She knew what he was doing. Knew exactly what that man was doing with those perfect manners of his. Asking a ghoul not to get up as if that was going to make the difference between living and dying. Even if he had stayed down Jo would have put a bullet in his head, no matter what K had promised, and that was something she wouldn't have argued over either. Not after this. Instead she moved to the center of the hallway and nodded for K to follow her. "Stay away from vents, drains, or anything like that. They can move their bodies in weird ways." There was a hiss of some sort of noise down the hallway as a ghoul heard her. Her mind was trying to run through the different options of how to handle this and really, she just wanted to kill every last one. Her hazel eyed gaze drifted down to the bag and then back up the hallway. They could always burn the place down. That was more than likely going to be a good option but could she torch something this big? Probably not.

    Systematic searching wasn't likely to help them as much as Jo wanted but how many of them were there? So she crouched for a second and fished something out of the duffel bag, trusting K to watch her back again, before coming up with a different gun. Heavy looking thing, dark metal, called the Blue Rose though Jo never called it that. Instead she heard something creak in the vent above them and she shot upward. The bullet exploded with more force than it should have, shooting through the vent and tearing up the ghoul that had crawled there. The body fell a foot to her right and Jo put a second bullet in its head. Of course, it didn't have a head after that. So much for keeping her jeans clean. "Door to door?" There was nothing in her voice to suggest she was ready to leave but she looked at K. His input was completely valid and thus Jo asked if he was alright with that plan. She wasn't going to leave if the tall man suggested it but she was at least willing to listen if he had another idea.
     
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    KD6-3.7 Blade Runner 2049

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    If you were going to take a life, K thought it was important you understand what that precisely meant. No matter who or what they were, they were living, breathing coherent creatures and they might be murderers and psychopaths and cannibalistic eating machines, but it was still important to him they be given that choice at the end of their lives. He had done the same with the Nexus 8’s he’d been tasked with retiring, he would rather not have killed them, he would rather not have to be the one to end their lives but he would do it if they gave him no other choice. In his mind it marked an important divide between someone who enjoyed putting a bullet in someone else’s head and someone who was just doing what was necessary. K never wanted to the former but he could tolerate being the latter.

    He joined Jo in the hallway, falling once again into place to her side and a staggered step back as she gave him another tip on what to look out for. Apparently they could adapt to small and confined spaces and travel through them. K immediately sussed out the vents and air conditioning ducts that were probably littered throughout the building. It would make finding them all difficult. Jo picked up another gun, it looked like an old-fashioned revolver type but the effect after she pulled the trigger into the vent overhead was considerably more damaging than a regular revolver should have been. The splatter of the ghouls head exploding sprayed viscera and brain matter over both of their shoes. K arched an eyebrow and looked back to Jo because what the hell was that gun?

    ”If you want to get all of them that’s our best shot right now.” K confirmed, ”Some of these rooms have connecting doors through to the rooms…” He pointed out, nodding back to the doorway he’d had to take out the ghoul that had tried to get up behind them, ”If one of us takes the corridor, the other takes the connecting doors through we should be able to stop them from looping back behind us.”

    Without needing to discuss or reason out who should take point in the hallway, K gave her a nod to indicate he had the connecting doors covered and he’d follow her lead. With that he turned and disappeared through the doorway to his right, a moment later he called through a ‘clear’ to indicate the room was empty (vents checked this time too) and he was going to progress through to the other room on her mark. He wasn’t sure if all the rooms had connecting doors or if the ghoul had used the vents to get round behind them but at the least he would have any that did have additional passages covered. The rooms were easy to sweep, mostly offices for what looked like funeral business and the general maintenances that came with a cemetery. There weren’t many places to hide but the fact that it had all gone suspiciously quiet and he knew there were still others in the building was making his nerves stretch in calmly calculated anticipation.
     
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    Jo Harvelle Supernatural

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    It was odd really, how safe she felt with K watching her back. She trusted him on a level that she hadn't trusted other hunters and it was difficult for the blonde to put it into words. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had come back for her. Or rather, it had everything to do with that fact. K would come back for her. He wouldn't leave her here. He wouldn't let her die if he could help it and he had just smashed a ghoul through a wall. What else was there to think about? Jo trusted the softly spoken man more than she trusted any other hunter who had ever gone on a hunt with her in Pandora. She didn't fully understand the emotion behind that feeling but it meant that she didn't glance behind her when she would have with others. To look out for her own back. She was protecting his, he was protecting hers, and together they would be able to get through this.

    She caught his lifted brow and shrugged her shoulders slightly as an answer. She'd explain later. The problem with this gun was the fact that it was unique. If she started using it too frequently then someone might link a bunch of "murders" together and then they'd start looking for a serial killer using it. Jo technically had it on loan and while she didn't intend on giving it up prematurely, she still didn't want to foist trouble on another hunter. No matter how mouthy and condescending that asshole was. He was also useful. K understood what she was saying in a second, confirming what she had suggested and then taking her plan a further step so they would be able to get everything. Jo nodded slightly, ready to take point in the hallway and maybe argue for it, but K surprised her again. He didn't even argue about which position to take. His job was to flush them out and her job was to make sure they were dead.

    Her throat went tight as he moved into the side room and there was a twist in her chest where her heart was supposed to be. Was that fear? No, it was concern. "Be careful." She knew he could put things through walls and she knew that he was tough, but that didn't change her concern. Jo still wanted K to be careful because he mattered to her. Because she'd come running into the room to save him if she needed to. Jo doubted it, it would likely be the other way around with how this hunt was going, but it was still... it still needed to be said. Something happening to him on a hunt? Jo wouldn't be able to forgive herself. It would break her more than dying had because this was not something he had signed up for. K was here for her.

    Jo turned back to the hallway and kept an eye out as she stood next to the door. Eyes looking over the hallway to see if anything was moving at all. Clear. She nodded even though he couldn't hear it and grabbed the duffel to move to the next door. He did the same through to the next room with the connecting doors. The blonde moved and then set the duffel back down. There was something moving again towards the end of the hallway and then the lights cut all over again. "Make up your minds." Jo growled out the words even though no one could hear her (probably) and she got her gun ready for anything charging at her. Why did it have to be like this? How many could be left?
     
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  18. KD6-3.7

    KD6-3.7 Blade Runner 2049

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    K heard the quiet warning to be careful as he left to head into the other room, his only parting was a glance back towards her over his shoulder, a subtle smile of reassurance danced at the corners of his eyes and in the slight uptick of his mouth but there was nothing else. He would be careful. The same sentiment went to her. K trusted she knew what she was doing and that she could handle herself but he wasn’t a fool. Neither of them were untouchable or invincible. They wouldn’t survive a bullet or a knife in the wrong place or any number of other things. Survival counted on them being better than their opponents and that was all it boiled down to, that was why working together and looking out for each other was so important.

    K had worked with others before but he had never been on an equal footing with them, this was new, the fact that he cared about what happened to Jo and it wasn’t simply duty to keep the other alive at his own expense was new. He was far happier to risk his life for this than he ever had been previously, though happy perhaps wasn’t the right word for it. Either way he was glad he’d come along, if he hadn’t she could have been out here handling this by herself and that was even riskier than what they were doing right now. If either of them got hurt or otherwise tonight, it wouldn’t be for a lack of trying or inaction. It surprised him how important it was that she not get hurt though, he supposed this was what it was to have people in your life you cared about. It mattered if they lived or died. It felt like it mattered even more because he’d already seen her die once. He didn’t want to watch that again, he didn’t want to feel that pain again, not for anything.

    He focused onto his task with a clear and ordered mind, despite the new emotions and thoughts that he had never felt under these circumstances before, and he advanced onwards through to the next room as he heard Jo with the duffel bag move on up the hall. He eased through the connecting doorway and immediately took in the darkest corners of the room, sweeping his gaze over another desk and filing cabinet. Then the lights went out plunging him into darkness. He froze and listened, straining his ears, expecting an attack in the dark. Time felt like it stretched out too far and there was nothing.

    Then there was a soft rustle and something solid hit him in the face so hard his head snapped back and he saw stars for a moment. Unfortunately for the ghoul that was all it did. In the soft moonlight coming in through the rooms only window K could see the figure of a woman wielding some sort of large bronze ornament in her hands. Which explained why it had actually hurt. She swung again but with his eyes adjusted to the lower light now K reached out to block her, his hand clamped around the cool bronze statue as it slammed into his palm and he wrenched it aside, knocking the ghoul towards the window. It silhouetted her perfectly. One single-handed shot to the head and she dropped like a sack of bricks. He dropped the statue to the floor at her feet.

    ”Clear.” He announced and raised a hand to touch at his face. Something stung on his cheek and he was sure he probably had a nice ornament shaped gash there now. There was another rustle and K looked up, a small vent cover was swinging loosely from its hinge. K followed the line of the pipe and saw it was heading straight out into the hallway, towards Jo. On top of that was the sudden sound of rushing footsteps but they weren’t in the room K was in, they were in the hall too. The ghouls were trying to come at her from both directions in the darkness while he was distracted and she was by herself.

    "Jo!" K shouted in warning as he dropped his hand from his face, raised his gun and sped after them to get to her…
     
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  19. Jo Harvelle

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    There was an odd sound from inside the room that K was in but seconds later she heard a shot and he called clear so Jo wasn't going to worry about it. There was something about the noise, she was sure, but seconds later she heard the footsteps and the vent above her was making noise. Jo didn't need K yelling out her name to understand what was going on. First thing was first, getting tackled from above was definitely worse and she unloaded two rounds into the vent. The trigger was smooth even though there was a slight kick to the gun.

    The second ghoul that was coming down the hallway at her was in for a different fate than the one she had just obliterated in the vent. Second ghoul came in attempting to slam her into the wall. She could see that and she moved slightly out of the way when she needed to. Side stepping slightly and shot from the hip again. This time it hit the ghoul in the chest but where other bullets had put them off balance, this gun took a chunk out of the ghoul in front of her and pushed it back. K was right behind her and Jo knew that, but she also knew that things were about to get ugly in a different sort of way. The rougher side of being a hunter. There was always at least one in the hunting group who knew this way to handle getting information and Jo had only ever had herself.

    Torture was something that didn't feel good to her but it was one of the only ways to get the kinds of information you were looking for. That and there would be plenty of reasons for the ghouls to come out if one of their own was tortured. They were oddly loyal to each other. Thought of each other as families often. They could hold grudges for generations. She took a breath and didn't let K's presence stop her. But she didn't look at him either.

    "How many of you are there?" Jo's voice was flat and the ghoul looked up from where it had started to stumble. The blonde shot again, blasting off the bottom of one leg. The ghoul screamed as he went down. He looked human, not anyone Jo had met before, and that meant it had eaten someone else before the hunters had shown up. Could have been a staff member or could have been someone walking down the street. She kept that in mind as she stepped up closer to where the ghoul had slid to a stop on the floor.

    She looked down at him and made sure to stay out of reach. He looked up with startled eyes. "You know how this works. Tell me what I want to know, convince me, and I'll kill you quick. Don't and I'll make it hurt." There wasn't any real emotion in her voice. It was almost like Jo had cut everything out of her in order to be able to do this. But it could have meant life or death. Not just for them but for the others as well. The ghoul stared up at her and was at a loss on what to say. So she encouraged him by shooting his other leg off at close range. He screamed again and something shifted down the hallway. One way or another, Jo was speeding up the process the best way she knew how.
     
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    KD6-3.7 Blade Runner 2049

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    By the time K had made it back into the corridor, Jo had dealt with the ghoul in the vent that was coming for her. Thick dark viscous blood was dripping out of the ceiling vent and there was no more sound up there, the ghoul was dead. The second one that had been trying to rush her in the corridor didn’t look to be in much of a better position and K expected her to quickly put it down just has she had the ones before. The shot to the shoulder took a chunk out of the ghoul and sent it staggering backwards, that was when K expected the killshot to the head but it didn’t come this time. Instead Jo moved forwards and posed a question to the ghoul, how many of them were there. It was a good question, not that K thought anything a creature like this might say would be truthful. What he did not expect was that when the ghoul didn’t respond the way Jo wanted it to…she shot it in the bottom of the leg, blasting another hole into the creature.

    K’s gaze slid from the ghoul screaming on the floor and to Jo’s back. She was extracting information from it via torture, he wasn’t stupid, he could see what was happening here. She asked again and then when she still received no answer, she took off the other leg. K’s expression was subtle but it shifted to something bordering grudging disapproval, and yet he said nothing. He didn’t keep his silence because of some misplaced belief that she was in charge of this situation and therefore he had no right to voice his disagreement, he held his tongue because he had no right to tell her not to do something he probably would have done himself if their positions were reversed.

    K had been the only Replicant Blade Runner at LAPD, because he was an expensive government asset and they didn’t just run models like him off the production line for pence. He was top of the line, a killing model, not only did he specialise in tracking down rogue Nexus 8’s and 9’s but he specialised in extracting information on the whereabouts of others those Replicants may have been in contact with or were protecting. Not all the retirements he was assigned went easily, not every Replicant either went down fighting with a merciful death or handed themselves in quietly when they realised he was coming for them. Sometimes there were the ones where he’d had to be violent. K hadn’t forgotten those cases, he just pushed them forcefully to the back of his mind and didn’t let them touch him the way a human might because he knew if he let those cases get a grip on his mind he would never pass his baseline test upon his return.

    Now though, now he didn’t have to suppress that and he was standing here watching Jo of all people mete that kind of violence out on someone it was…uncomfortable. Different because of course the people K had been doing it to just wanted to live and be left alone, here this thing had killed someone had stolen their face, may have killed more, and it would have killed them if it could, but that didn’t change the fact that K didn’t like to watch something be tortured and he didn’t like to think Jo would now be scarred by this in some way or another. Things like this stuck with you, in the mind, she sounded measured and cold when she spoke but that didn’t change things. Maybe there was more to her nightmares than K had initially realised. There had to be another way to do this, maybe not right now because they didn’t have the time or the resources but there had to be a better way than torture. If they got out of here, maybe he’d figure it out, either way it was a subject for later. The screams of the tortured ghoul seemed to be bringing the rest of its ‘family’ to its aid.

    Further down the corridor K could see movement. Instinctively he slid past Jo and the Ghoul on the floor and placed himself between whatever was about to come down the hallway and where Jo was working. He glanced back to Jo briefly, still unsure how he felt about the scene playing out behind him and then tipped his head to indicate that while she got some solid numbers on this, he’d deal with whatever came down the corridor at them. Sure enough there were a couple of ghouls lingering at the far corner. K raised his gun and took another step forward.

    ”Step out from the room, hands raised.” He warned, the old habits of being in LAPD coming to the forefront. He didn’t actually expect them to, but you never knew. Maybe they really could talk this out…

    No such luck. Something big rolled out on wheels into the corridor and K furrowed his brow. Was that a cabinet? Yes it was. Slowly it started to roll towards him and he realised the ghouls behind it were trying to use it as cover. Clever. K raised his gun and fired straight into it with three shots. There was a yelp and a muffled scream from behind but it wasn’t a kill shot. Suddenly the cabinet was rolling towards him at high speed. K fired off another two shots before the cabinet hit him. There was no way he was going to move, if he moved it gave them a clear shot at Jo and he knew that between himself and cabinet, he’d win. He twisted to protect his head and chest and for the most part the furniture came out worse off than K did, it broke apart in the middle and collapsed around him to block the hall partly and reveal two very pissed off ghouls behind it. They launched through the wreckage at him…
     
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