Nick: he smirked sitting up, Damian slowly backed away not wanting to be caught in the crossfire. Nick spoke up streching bout his arms. "Fantastic!! Let's just hope you can make it back in time~ I won't blame you for passing out though. I highly doubt you've had any sort of training so you can keep your body in working condition."

George: "You underestimate me a lot for someone who barely knows a thing about me, Nick," George hissed as he walked back quickly and tightened his grip on his gun.

Nick: he looked down at his watch getting a little nervous. "Ill see ya in 20 minutes I guess!! I highly doubt you'd be able to do much more then crawl back by now~"

George: George laughed, his laughter quickly becoming a horse cough. "Bold of you to assume I am twenty minutes away and not less!"

Nick: "you know I rounded down my estimation just so you wouldn't be embarrassed George!!" He huffed chewing on his lip. "You've only really caused disappointment these past few days so I was going easy on you!!"

George: "How about-" A loud shot fired, right by Damian and Nick at that- "you shut the fuck up about things I already know about?" Somehow, as if he teleported or was just an incredibly fast walker, George was just outside of the path where the fumes ended. "Now would you kindly shut your damn mouth and either go cry to your sister and/or your new boyfriend over there or come help me?"

Nick: he didn't flinch As she bullets flew by them. Damian yelped and slowly started to back away. As soon as his sister was brought up he smiled. "Oh, you mean the sister that disappeared too? That one? Don't act like you're the only one that lost something George." He pulled off the gloves that he was wearing, the arm that sheol had poisoned on his sister was completely black, it looked dead. Although he could still move it as the injury was his sisters and not his own. He pulled out his second shot gun and made sure it was loaded. "Maybe you should think with your head instead of running into a ducking death trap next time."

George: "If it is not only Lucas but also your sister out there, I don't see a damn reason why we would sit here on our asses like sitting ducks and not do something about it already!!" George growled annoyedly. "Those fumes barely even did a damn thing more than make it slightly harder to breathe!" George just felt so infuriated and he had no idea why. Actually no. He had one idea why at least. Nick was just sitting here expecting George to not go and help Lucas and whoever else was stuck there beyond the fog. Fat chance.

Nick: he rolled his eyes running a hand through his hair. "I was just in there George, it goes on for miles. It does more then just keep you from breathing if you breathe it long enough. It can cause hysteria, dehydration, starvation, loss of vision, the numbness of skin and death. We are no use to anyone if we are dead George."

George: "So what then? We're just gonna... Just going to give up??" George threw his arms up in the air as he laughed. "Brilliant plan, Nick!" His laughed was cut short as he slipped his gun back in his pocket and just started to pace back and forth. "We can't keep wasting time, wasting posts, any longer... I am not taking changes. We are finding a way to get to them one way or another!" George stopped in his tracks as he glared at the ground.