Post by Burgundy on Apr 17, 2022 19:47:55 GMT -5
Lawrence would listen to Lassle talk about what he could perceive – an impressive amount to he sure. But the situation was fairly dire, mostly because Lawrence wasn't the sort of guy to stand by while people were getting killed. Not anymore. What a bad man did in their own time was of no concern to him, but when the suited sailor was on the clock, it was simply bad business.
"So there's ten in concentrated groups of five, sweeping upwards, and any number of others distributed as roving cleanup..." he would consolidate the information. "If they don't mind killing, then I suppose it's a small matter of time before somebody gets hurt or worse. I'd like to avoid that if possible... In fact I'd like to make this as easy for the marines as possible. When they get here. I imagine security's already taken out, but somebody already send a distress signal to the local base since they were made before we were informed. Which just leaves the matter of how many we're dividing up apiece?"
Lawrence would lean down and lift up the man he just cut down, and hung him over his shoulder by his collar like a jacket. "It's a little unusual for me to say this, but in the interest of speeding this process along and preserving lives, I can clean up a larger group very quickly if I can get them into my line of sight," he affirmed solemnly. The way he said it wasn't like a brag, humble or otherwise. It was more like he was exasperated, it was clear that however he intended to perform such a feat was not a point of pride, but of annoyance.
"If I go to the top floor and bait the larger groups up, can you clean up the roving units on the lower floors? It honestly doesn't matter how many of them wind up biting the bait, but I can't fish them out of hiding if they don't fall for it," he would offer as a plan of action. He offered no further details because he wasn't in the business of revealing his hand to somebody that was going to have to fill out a report form about it.
"So there's ten in concentrated groups of five, sweeping upwards, and any number of others distributed as roving cleanup..." he would consolidate the information. "If they don't mind killing, then I suppose it's a small matter of time before somebody gets hurt or worse. I'd like to avoid that if possible... In fact I'd like to make this as easy for the marines as possible. When they get here. I imagine security's already taken out, but somebody already send a distress signal to the local base since they were made before we were informed. Which just leaves the matter of how many we're dividing up apiece?"
Lawrence would lean down and lift up the man he just cut down, and hung him over his shoulder by his collar like a jacket. "It's a little unusual for me to say this, but in the interest of speeding this process along and preserving lives, I can clean up a larger group very quickly if I can get them into my line of sight," he affirmed solemnly. The way he said it wasn't like a brag, humble or otherwise. It was more like he was exasperated, it was clear that however he intended to perform such a feat was not a point of pride, but of annoyance.
"If I go to the top floor and bait the larger groups up, can you clean up the roving units on the lower floors? It honestly doesn't matter how many of them wind up biting the bait, but I can't fish them out of hiding if they don't fall for it," he would offer as a plan of action. He offered no further details because he wasn't in the business of revealing his hand to somebody that was going to have to fill out a report form about it.