OK hasn't shot him yet. But he wants to, once he finds the group again.
Or they find him, rather.
Retreating in the direction they'd just come from hadn't been a good idea, in hindsight. He knows what's back there and it's nothing good. He doubts he'd be able to see much from the entry point, and he knows he won't be able to make it far out enough to scout the place, so his only option is to stop, turn back around, and head for higher ground. He's about halfway up a long, sloping hallway when he hears movement behind him and spins around, raising his gun, ready to blow the face off of whatever peeks around the corner-
"Motherfucker." OK sighs harshly. Well, there they are, the three fucking musketeers. He considers blasting them all right then and there, but one of them has something that catches his eye. "Hey. Hey!" He takes aim at the one that's got the fancy alien-backpack. OK doesn't know who that one is (Saunders, apparently), and thank god for that. He's sick of seeing familiar helmets. "You're gonna have to take that off."
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Or they find him, rather.
Retreating in the direction they'd just come from hadn't been a good idea, in hindsight. He knows what's back there and it's nothing good. He doubts he'd be able to see much from the entry point, and he knows he won't be able to make it far out enough to scout the place, so his only option is to stop, turn back around, and head for higher ground. He's about halfway up a long, sloping hallway when he hears movement behind him and spins around, raising his gun, ready to blow the face off of whatever peeks around the corner-
"Motherfucker." OK sighs harshly. Well, there they are, the three fucking musketeers. He considers blasting them all right then and there, but one of them has something that catches his eye. "Hey. Hey!" He takes aim at the one that's got the fancy alien-backpack. OK doesn't know who that one is (Saunders, apparently), and thank god for that. He's sick of seeing familiar helmets. "You're gonna have to take that off."