[At the evac point, Genji had come across one broken down truck and a scattering of discarded items: non-essential supplies and a few personal items, likely left behind in haste. No blood. It's a good sign, but the foot traffic in the dirt is too chaotic to discern if Angela was among the people here. He considers sweeping the camp, or returning to her tent to collect his cloak, but if the attackers were still here, then he does not doubt that they would be there as well. And for as much as he wants to put his sword through them and finish the job, he's in no condition for another fight like that.
No, an empty camp would serve them far better than one wounded idiot running about trying to play a hero. He slips from the compound, but instead of heading south, he returns to the city. If he was going to catch up to the unit during the daytime, he needed a few things.
The barely functional motorbike he'd 'borrowed' is left behind an outcropping of rocks as soon as the ruins Angela had mentioned come into view and he finishes he trek on foot, uninterested in being shot at or detained the moment some on-edge guard caught sight of him. Dressed in tattered clothes and with his unmasked face wrapped in several scarves, he paints a close enough picture of a straggling refugee that the guards let him past the checkpoint, pointing him in the direction of the aid station when he asks about Dr. Ziegler.
He finds her in what he can only assume must have been some sort of meeting house when it was still in one piece, the open floorspace covered in cots and huddling civilians. The sun is starting to creep back down towards the horizon as he approaches her, casting long shadows through broken windows.]
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No, an empty camp would serve them far better than one wounded idiot running about trying to play a hero. He slips from the compound, but instead of heading south, he returns to the city. If he was going to catch up to the unit during the daytime, he needed a few things.
The barely functional motorbike he'd 'borrowed' is left behind an outcropping of rocks as soon as the ruins Angela had mentioned come into view and he finishes he trek on foot, uninterested in being shot at or detained the moment some on-edge guard caught sight of him. Dressed in tattered clothes and with his unmasked face wrapped in several scarves, he paints a close enough picture of a straggling refugee that the guards let him past the checkpoint, pointing him in the direction of the aid station when he asks about Dr. Ziegler.
He finds her in what he can only assume must have been some sort of meeting house when it was still in one piece, the open floorspace covered in cots and huddling civilians. The sun is starting to creep back down towards the horizon as he approaches her, casting long shadows through broken windows.]
A moment of your time, doctor?