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[runningred]

[from here}

The view behind the door is one of desolation. Windswept and bleak. If there was ever vegetation here, it is long gone. The air is thin and cold, acrid with smoke. Jay reached into his belt and pulls out a small rebreather and goggles, offering a set to Gav.

Stock shudders on Jay's shoulder, making soft sounds of distress. "It's okay, darling. You're safe with us."

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[runningred]

Stock gives quick orders, sending the twins with Gav and her own males to Jay.

Jay scribbles down a list of parts and hardware, giving just as quick orders to Lock and Barrel who seem to know him well enough to anticipate his needs.

[street_sparrow]

Gavroche takes the list from him, all the way in practical mode.

"I'll just give this to Bar and bring back whatever she hands over."

[runningred]

"And anything else you can think of we might need. Just let her know it's on my tab, she'll sort out the rest." Jay's already clearing off benches and pushing lockers to one side to make more space.

He stops, realising how abrupt held being. Full practical mode too. "Thanks for this, Gav. You saved a lot of lives today."

[street_sparrow]

"It's what I do", he says simply. "Just 'cause they're not flesh and blood, they're still life."

[runningred]

Jay rests a hand in Gav's shoulder, squeezing lightly. "You're a good man, Gav. Now let's get this started."

[street_sparrow]

[ooc: and fade?]