His patience, at the moment, is on edge. While the kick to the face shaves it down faster, he makes the effort to hold onto the patience he has left, fixing his helmet, shaking off the dull throb of pain as best as he can. He's careful in his preparation this time, with how each boot is placed, gently rocking on whatever counts as the balls of his mechanical feet, counter-balancing the curve of his spine as he stays low, barely breathing as he stays alert.
Sure, running off again is one option someone will take, but there are still other options available at their disposal. The clone's brain rifles through several possibilities, catching the brief shattering of glass when he starts to skirt around the building. So he's heading inside. Time is of the essence and Echo sprints to find the nearest entrance, working through climbing the tall steps and winding floor plans to search for the boy.
Maybe his approach should have been a little less aggressive. Less wary. Being in Temba hasn't done any favors in terms of helping him relax. Too late to start over now, he thinks, taking a moment before deciding to call out.
"...If you're still in here, I wouldn't stay hidden for too long. It becomes pointless after a while." He doesn't know where Boba is exactly, but he can at least give him a head's up in case he may be nearby. Straightening up, he keeps his arms low and open to either side of his body as he walks. "I didn't mean to alarm you. If you're willing to cooperate, I'd suggest we do this now so that we're not having this conversation later."
He should have expected being set up for a trap. Instinct tells him to stay on top of things, to seek out every corner to be sure no one's inside. Searching by the server and modem racks doesn't it make it any easier; fingers twitch slightly, but he goes closer just to be sure he isn't missing anything.
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Sure, running off again is one option someone will take, but there are still other options available at their disposal. The clone's brain rifles through several possibilities, catching the brief shattering of glass when he starts to skirt around the building. So he's heading inside. Time is of the essence and Echo sprints to find the nearest entrance, working through climbing the tall steps and winding floor plans to search for the boy.
Maybe his approach should have been a little less aggressive. Less wary. Being in Temba hasn't done any favors in terms of helping him relax. Too late to start over now, he thinks, taking a moment before deciding to call out.
"...If you're still in here, I wouldn't stay hidden for too long. It becomes pointless after a while." He doesn't know where Boba is exactly, but he can at least give him a head's up in case he may be nearby. Straightening up, he keeps his arms low and open to either side of his body as he walks. "I didn't mean to alarm you. If you're willing to cooperate, I'd suggest we do this now so that we're not having this conversation later."
He should have expected being set up for a trap. Instinct tells him to stay on top of things, to seek out every corner to be sure no one's inside. Searching by the server and modem racks doesn't it make it any easier; fingers twitch slightly, but he goes closer just to be sure he isn't missing anything.