01-21-2017, 04:55 PM
Chris sees about disposing of the pouch and the smaller eggs into the incenterator. He stands there for a few minutes, just watching the orange flames dance in the dark room. He still had the pistol, it tucked into his pants and he found himself reaching back to run his hand over it, making sure it was still there. Eventually he turned and made his way back into the control room, taking a seat in the chair as he laid his head in his hand as he stared at the screen.
