[ That it's the same bar immediately negates it as a potential place of employment in Maine's mind. He doesn't know what connection, if any, there is between the bar and the people in that van, but he wants no part of it. Not unless he's truly desperate, which he doubts will happen.
He presses his lips together, considering Angela's question. Tamping down the emotions that threaten to well up when he remembers the compulsion. ]
A medic. Several armored guards. [ Not the armor that Maine knows and loves, but still armor. He can't recall the exact number of guards. ] Separated from driver. Door was armored.
One guard gave orders. Had to obey. [ He says it flatly, refusing to let his feelings color his tone. ] She seemed experienced.
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He presses his lips together, considering Angela's question. Tamping down the emotions that threaten to well up when he remembers the compulsion. ]
A medic. Several armored guards. [ Not the armor that Maine knows and loves, but still armor. He can't recall the exact number of guards. ] Separated from driver. Door was armored.
One guard gave orders. Had to obey. [ He says it flatly, refusing to let his feelings color his tone. ] She seemed experienced.