Day Three: Blood Loss (C3)
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Summary: Never split the party. They always said that, didn't they? Never split the party. Now Ashton was stuck at the ass-end of the Core Spire, trying to keep Orym from bleeding out while they waited for help.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Ashton hurried around the corner of the warehouse, staggering almost blindly into an alleyway crowded with half-broken crates and other refuse. “Never split the group,” they hissed at Orym, limp in their arms, who'd passed out before they even got out of the warehouse. “What do I always say? Never split the group.”
The job had been a crap shoot from the start. Some rumor from a friend of a friend of a friend of Milo's, claiming one of these warehouses was another stop on the broomstone smuggling trail. They'd all split off into pairs to check these places out, despite only having three members of their little team that could communicate from a distance.
But Ashton and Orym could go together, they'd said. They'd be able to handle anything, they'd said.