[Wash nods when York agrees and steps over to the side. He picks up one of the paint pistols, as well as an extra clip of the paint bullets, just to be safe. He slides the clip into an easily accessed storage compartment on his armor, then looks round as the pillars rise up.]
You ready? [He calls out to York, thumbing the safety of the pistol to the 'off' position and prepares himself. This stuff stings like a bitch, and he knows he's going to get hit with it more than he'd like.]
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You ready? [He calls out to York, thumbing the safety of the pistol to the 'off' position and prepares himself. This stuff stings like a bitch, and he knows he's going to get hit with it more than he'd like.]