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There appeared to be nothing that could be crowbarred.
"..."
Teddy looked away from Leon to look back into the trailer. He thought over the question for a moment before looking back to Leon. "... I don't know," he eventually responded. He truly didn't. He had no plans to die before Lucas was made to pay for all that he had done, and whoever else that had enabled him, but this was still an impossible situation. Anyone Teddy had known, such as Tommy or Captain America, were gone now as well. Who did he have to trust fully?
"Thanks, I guess. As long as someone kills him."
He called into the trailer. "If there's nothing left, then let's go! None of us should be staying behind now, not after all we've been through."
He stepped out into the yard. He was serious about forcing everyone to head to the greenhouse together.
Phil Connors
Phil looked over at Owen before he would head out. " Crowbar, Ice pick, sword or pistol, kid? I don't want you going in defenseless to the fight. If we are all going in, then we will all need to be armed. Does anybody else here need a weapon? Also, if you are carrying extra, I think you should offer it up for trades now. Don't know how to use it, it will be better in some else's hands. " He asked. He had a ton of stuff, he could part with a gun or a weapon. The last thing they needed was people dying due to carelessness.
"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll all see to it that justice will strike Lucas swiftly as long as we live, however long that may be," Kyoko said to Teddy. She was tired, tired of feeling powerless, tired of losing everything, tired of regretting everything. But now, only now, did the prospect of stopping to take a breather seem redundant to her. She could spend all her time licking her own wounds after this was all over, once each and every punishment had been given out. But now, she had no choice but to bear it all and see the sick game to its bloody end. The world never stopped to wait for just one person after all, or twenty, or two hundred, for that matter. It would keep spinning and moving along for as long as it existed.
She wasn't the one who started this fire, but she would extinguish it.
That was her resolve now, clear and crystal.
What was it that suddenly drove her to act now, when she might have hesitated before? A desire to seek redemption for her actions, for her inactions in the past? A godly desire for an absolute justice upon an absolute evil? A primal desire for revenge, to get back at the one who had significantly wronged her? Not even the Ultimate Detective, queen of deductions and logic, could say for sure, for the human psyche was the most complex puzzle ever created, one that not even she, or anyone for that matter, could truly comprehend.
As she began to walk out of the trailer and toward the greenhouse alongside everyone else, Kyoko made her way next to Phil, clearing her throat.
"If it's all the same, I'll take the crowbar," she said to the man with a direct tone, as though piercing through any potential discomfort with ease, holding her hand out for it. Normally, Kyoko wasn't the hands-on physical type, not with her own body nor with any sort of weapon, but she knew full well how things worked now.
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