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[ Church didn't really see it as running away.

Maybe it was, technically, but he'd done it for his own good as much as he'd done it for Epsilon's. Omega had practically bared his teeth, spoke over Church until all he could make out was, he's so close he's so close I'll rip his spine out I'll fucking kill every person in this room until the blood sprays and their lungs collapse and their bones break -

And Gamma had been talking, too, weaving his way around him until Church couldn't focus on anything except the need to just get the fuck away, because all he was saying was, "He can do it, you know. He's stronger than you, and he can do it, and there'll be nothing you can do about it, and that'll be that."

Gamma sounded a lot more human than he remembered him being, talked to him like he were a person, and it drove Church a little insane, a little fucking nuts, but they were quiet now. He'd stapled them back in place, locked them up again, didn't know how the fuck he did it at all, but it was done, and he can breathe just fine.

And Wash had told him that he'd need to learn to deal with it, but dealing with it was fucking hard when he had a psychopath living inside his brain.

( God, what the hell, Leonard, who's in control here, really? )

He'd found a way on top of the cliff that hid the base directly beneath, and from there, he can spot where Caboose and the others are. None of them are currently within a viewable range, either because they were all inside or outside of his line of sight, but it's comforting all the same. Comforting because it's familiar, because it's something Church knows and recognizes, those red fucking whores, those annoying little bitches, and then.

Caboose.

And as much as he motherfucking hated all of those bitches, it's nice to just sit there and think about them.

So that's what he does, elbows resting on his knees, silent. ]

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[ So much for that. At least he's identified the threat, and he'll take Omega's straightforward butchery to Gamma getting any fancy ideas.

He needs that gun away from Church's temple.

Wash obeys slowly, dropping down to one knee--

--and then flipping up the entire fucking table to catch any bullets and hide him briefly from sight, ramming his shoulder into it and shoving it hard at Omega. ]

Really?

You're lucky I have bigger concerns.

[ Wash doesn't even blink. ]

Such as?

Getting the fuck out of here.

I'll come back for you, though, don't worry.

[ soft ]

In that weak, unarmored sack of flesh?

You don't need to worry about any of that.

[ welp so much for getting a little more information.

It's really a good thing that Wash is a paranoid fucking bastard, and that the moment he heard about Omega and Gamma's presence he started thinking, and that he believed firmly in his own hideous karma that the worst would happen and it would happen fast.

There's a problem with underground bases on alien worlds, especially ones that are used for storage instead of regular habitation when any normal human would prefer to spend their time topside. Mostly unmanned underground bases sometimes get full of things. Vermin, sometimes. Indigenous plants. Subterranean stuff, and after a couple incidents of stored equipment being rendered useless/exploding and killing everything in a quarter mile radius due to the unforseen interference of local wildlife, someone had an idea. ]

Wash sticks a hand in his pocket and presses the button on a tiny remote, and stands there as every light in the base flashes red and solid steel blast doors come slamming down in each room. ]

You really shouldn't have done that.

[ smiling faintly ]

Guess you'd better deal with me now, huh.

[ (He'll shoot. He has to shoot, he has to or he won't get another chance and he'll be fucking fast but he won't blow his own head off first, he'll prioritize and he has to want you dead more than he wants out.)

There's not even a hissing sound to betray how fast the automated system works, but Wash can taste it in the air, the faintest metallic tang in the back of his throat.

He holds his breath. ]

You --

You bitch.

You bitch, you think this'll do shit? You think I won't fucking kill you? You're already dead. And when we find her, you're so fucked, you're so fucking dead --

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[ Wash is already twisting sideways when something completely fucks up Omega's aim, the bullet that probably would have torn up his arm or side going wide, and in the very, very back of his mind he knows what just happened.

Still not breathing, as Omega drops the gun, as he falters and tries to come after Wash anyway. Still not, as Omega snarls and Wash calmly picks up both guns, removes the clips, kicks them away.

Still not as he strips the belt from Church's unconscious body and binds his legs with it and his hands with a more effective plastic ziptie, and watches the room start a slow spin.

He breathes, finally, letting the drug take him under as he keys in the abort code and the doors begin unlocking. Within a few minutes they'll all be open again, the air will have cleared, and he and Church both will just get to sleep off the dose. ]