[b]Apex suddenly finds himself teleported in the room with Samuel Cross, the hunters' target.[/b]
"Cross..." Apex says.
"I know why you're here....you want Cameron." he says packing his gear and kit as if preparing to leave
"...where" Apex says slowly approaching.
"Greenholm. Last time I checked, he's making plans to go to Tethyx, if you don't get to him before that ship takes off- you'll be too late"
"Why comply..." Apex says slinging the ballistic staff.
"Because I see what you do to the others- and personally, way I see it- those guys are coming after me anyways, so I'd rather have it fast and quick." Cross says
[b]Apex nods, marking him the first Psion he has ever spared.[/b]
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Suddenly, a trio of bullets slice through Cross' brainpan. The Triad Psion's eyes roll back in his head, and he drops to the ground. The figure from before appears, hefting a large revolver toward Apex, and pausing only to spit on Cross' corpse. [i]Sick trafficker -expletive-.[/i] He gestures with the barrel of his weapon, still smoking, towards the door. [i]Get moving, Mr. "Apex", and I'll pretend I didn't see you.[/i]