Ace scans the scene before him in the hallway beyond.
All those people... all those guns... all that machismo, testosterone & trigger happy twitchiness...
He very slowly holsters his gun & holds both hands up, palms out, hands about shoulder height in a version of "I surrender!" that's unmistakeable.
Over the Group to All link he says in a matter of fact, no nonsense voice: "Group, 3. Check your six. We are outnumbered, out gunned, & out of luck."
Out loud so everybody can hear without straining, he'll project in a slightly less sure of himself tone: "Ummm, Guys? Let's not do anything sudden, foolish, or stupid. We've got company... LOTS of company."
Here's hoping my amateurish attempt at diplomacy can diffuse the situation enough to at least not get our hoops blown off.
*MEEP!*
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