[@Crossfire]

Eyes keen she wacthed as Brick explained everything bit by bit, a calculating look in her gaze she moved over as she began to weld the peics back. "There she is, right as rain, should be a good idea to be bringing in the weight to the shoulder. Steadier aim, oh man if we mess up even a fraction we'll ether loose her or that vault. It gets melted the wrong way and fuago turns off too early that door might slide and lock unnaturally. That happens and we won't be able to move her the right way again. Than there is the idea that if someone reads her wrong than she would melt without anyone seeing till its too late."
A worried look only began to take place with a smile. "well than guess we shall have to be careful. Yeah, sis is not gonna like it but i guess I had to come out of the shadows sometime. Gonna need your help with this, and your one of the only people I trust with fuago right now. 

About to take him up on the offer for sleep she opened her mouth to speak, the sounds of gun shots cracking through the air sharper than any bladed whip that she could ever craft. "Shit are you serious?" Worry on her face she felt a pistol being shoved into her hands. Was he serious? There were people after him?
"I have no business working with weapons if I can't use em. Here your gonna need this." She reached into her pockets, saving the thing for a rainy day and it seemed to be pouring outside she produced a steam pack. "Won't make you immortal but might save you in case you get shot. Just don't do that okay?"
She was already wheeling away, testing the balance of the gun she made sure the aim was set before finding some cover. She was no use out there, might as well try not to get caught.


Chase on the other hand saw the chaos, a curse escaping him he loaded his gun, eyes narrowed at the sight of brick. "She safe?" That was all he wanted to know, both theri lives depened on it. Already he saw the cause of the shooting, a growl escaping his throat he held his weapon, the force of the blast in his hands causing him to grit his teeth.

[b]Bang![b]
A yell of pain escaping him, Chase began to feel the liquied running down his arm, warm and crimson in color bubbling from his arm. "God fucking damnit who are these guys!?"