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'Keep going. Don't you dare fuck this up.'

Xion's heart was pounding in it's chest, it's feet carrying it as fast as possible through the wet tunnels it had just been cleaning earlier in anticipation for using it as a renegade location. Unfortunately for it, had to be scrapped now that it was being chased in said tunnel. See originally it was going to wait for another waste dump but word on the net was there had been a new shipment of Rapture about to hit it’s district and it just had to have it as soon as possible. The next renegade was expecting a lot of attendants, some that were in desperate need of a detox. With the last snag of vials already running low, Xion knew it was time to restock by any means necessary. Today though, might've taken it too far... 

See, call it rudimentary, but there was something so righteously petty about thwarting technology with the same thing that 'made it superior'. Today that looked like sending the transport car in it’s area haywire, the path scattered and scrambled about coupled with a hovering mode of transportation spelled total wipeout. Now that... that wasn't part of the plan. But it was a hail Mary in it's books. While the crowd of people that had gathered in their Rapture induced craze seeing vials scattered about the street, Xion couldn't say it was proud of the elbows it threw and webs it shot at the very people he was trying to free from this mess to snatch up as many vials as possible. It rationalizes with itself that at least when its done with these, it will be free, not that stupidly expensive amount for a shot of monthly addiction refill. At least it's use would rid them of having to scramble on the streets over these laughably small vials as if it were millions of dollars...

For now it cleared it's head and shoved that morally grey conscious to the recesses of it's mind to fester over later. Right now it needed to run, and if the ceilings had more clearance it would've swung his way out. What it wasn't expecting however, was it's exit point, a straight ladder shot down into the abandoned bunker below to be emitting a... weirdly orange glow. It came to a near tumbling halt at the lip of the drop off, staring down at it in bewilderment. Where did it go? It clearly was some sort of portal to... somewhere. However, panic got the best of Xion at the sound of rushing footsteps, it's brain out of instinct to escape danger throwing it down below without much afterthought. All it could do was grit it's teeth and bare the forces that came with this portal taking it somewhere it could only hope was safe, clutching it's mask filled with Rapture vials tightly to it's chest. Little did it know that the portal was taking it somewhere that would be useful, just not in the way it could ever expect.