They stared back through the bars, unmoving and unflinching from his gaze. He'd wanted to help them, at first. Now she wondered if it was a ruse while he pushed a secret help button he hadn't had before, or some silent alarm.
They made no move to communicate with him. He'd have to ask the first
Their armor was a set of kevlar hugging their frame, but with padding in the chest that suggested ceramic plating, and a pair of durable pants with two pockets on either side and a pair of stout boots.
He asked questions they had answers for, but no way to deliver answers. They raised their hands up and mimed reaching into their mouth, although the mask wouldn't open to allow that, then mimed cutting off their tongue.
Their shoulders lifted in a shrug. Then the mimed writing, using their right
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Who was this person? Why had they come to him? What had they wanted?
The questions spiraled in his mind.
They made no move to communicate with him. He'd have to ask the first
Their armor was a set of kevlar hugging their frame, but with padding in the chest that suggested ceramic plating, and a pair of durable pants with two pockets on either side and a pair of stout boots.
He finally stepped in, arms crossed. “Who sent you?”
Their shoulders lifted in a shrug. Then the mimed writing, using their right