VOIDSY: Status on the drugs, Eastwood?! We could really use them right now!
EASTWOOD: Done, sending over as soon as we can get someone at the bag.
EASTWOOD: Buddy has them, right?
VOIDSY: Uh…Buddy’s connection got knocked out…
EASTWOOD: A collar, then.
EASTWOOD: We can’t guarantee it’s safe to send them over, then…
VOIDSY: Give us a sec.
You turn your attention to Marnet, apologizing for how sudden it is, but you really need her to check the bag of holding for anybody poking through it. Someone got Buddy, and they might be rifling through your stuff.
Marnet gives a quick salute before reaching in, startling a little as she yanks a small TCP through the bag. Marnet’s health is now FANTASTIC.
The enemy TCP falls forward, Marnet dodging the large spikes protruding from their hips and back. They let out a pained grinding sound, fluid dripping onto the ground. Dad hefts her rifle up, still dressed in date attire, pointing it at the TCP’s head. Don’t. Move.