Methos was checking the lab room for supplies when he heard a distinctive click nearby. Why was someone loading a gun? And why now? Something didn't fit.
He picked up a shiny metal tray and approached the partially open doorway, angling the tray to observe the corridor outside. His first instinct was to check the security side, looking towards the main entrance, but nothing.. through the wedged open door to the next corridor though: Boone, now with a gun and looking so undetermined about anything that Methos doubted that he was even slightly "there."
Suppressing a groan, Methos retreated back into the lab and wondered what the hell he was supposed to do now. Heroics weren't his bag, baby. Self-preservation all the way - and his sword was in his room on the other side of the facility in case. Boone.. another quick look showed that Boone was already gone. Bloody hell, an armed zombie on a mission. This was likely to result in bullets and rather a lot of pain. The majority of people in this facility were apparently used to dealing with such situations, so Methos would let them - clean-up was far safer, so long as they actually disarmed Boone before he got there.
Methos closed up the first aid kits he'd been itemising, grumbling when he realised that one was the big, bulky "hazardous duty" kit that had originally been sited next to the experimental drugs fridge. At least, it had plenty of saline and dressings -
[Methos] Late arrival (tag open)
Methos was checking the lab room for supplies when he heard a distinctive click nearby. Why was someone loading a gun? And why now? Something didn't fit.
He picked up a shiny metal tray and approached the partially open doorway, angling the tray to observe the corridor outside. His first instinct was to check the security side, looking towards the main entrance, but nothing.. through the wedged open door to the next corridor though: Boone, now with a gun and looking so undetermined about anything that Methos doubted that he was even slightly "there."
Suppressing a groan, Methos retreated back into the lab and wondered what the hell he was supposed to do now. Heroics weren't his bag, baby. Self-preservation all the way - and his sword was in his room on the other side of the facility in case. Boone.. another quick look showed that Boone was already gone. Bloody hell, an armed zombie on a mission. This was likely to result in bullets and rather a lot of pain. The majority of people in this facility were apparently used to dealing with such situations, so Methos would let them - clean-up was far safer, so long as they actually disarmed Boone before he got there.
Methos closed up the first aid kits he'd been itemising, grumbling when he realised that one was the big, bulky "hazardous duty" kit that had originally been sited next to the experimental drugs fridge. At least, it had plenty of saline and dressings -
Gunshots. Screaming.
He cursed, then ran.