I know

He was gonna be an eyepatch boy))

Harlow frowned at him. "I would scold you for taking that off, if I had time." She said quietly, walking to the door and glancing up and down the hallway. Still clear for the moment, but that was sure to change soon. She walked back to him and wiggled herself under his arm, wrapping her free hand around his waist and helping him out the door and down the hall as fast as he could go.

Stubborn boy needs all of his eyes

He looks way cooler with a red eye))

"I couldn't see." He glared, fixing his shirt so it wasn't completely rubbing on every wound he found. He huffed as Harlow wedged under him, it rather hurt even more. But it was a time to be quiet so he kept his mouth shut and limp ran down the hall, her mostly being balance. As they left the dark and gloomy room, he started to look more pale than he did before. He slipped the sharp thing in his belt when he had the time. His head was starting to get worse, but he was trying not to acknowledge it.

"You can't see without it, either, there's blood in your eye." Harlow huffed softly. She knew her way around well, but even then, they were deep in the facility. She had to yank him into a closet once to avoid a few pairs of running feet, headed the way they came. She made them wait there for a while before they went on, again hobbling as fast as possible. Eventually, they were one hallway down from the door that lead to freedom. As they scurried toward it, another hallway that crossed their own held two armed guards, which, unfortunately, saw them. Before the first could fully raise his gun, she threw her knife. Another instinctual bullseye. But this time, she didn't shudder, and there was no looks of remorse or condolence.

"Can too. Just a little red. And foggy. But thats hetter than nothing." He defended childishly. Squeezing her shoulder gently. Trying to lighten the spirit, though he felt like they were completely lost, regardless of how she knew were every closet was probably. The next guards they saw were dispatched quickly, she threw hers and then he threw ..whatever it was he had. "Oo guns." He whispered, letting go of her, he pulled his blade out, cringing. He shrugged and wiped it on the man's pants and taking his gun. Mark tucked the gun in the back of his pants and the knife back in his belt, shooing her on down the hallway. He followed behind her, tightly, but he was hugging the wall.

"Mmm, no, I don't think so." Harlow huffed.

She was quick to grab a gun from the fallen guard, holding it in her left and shoving the knife into the waistband of her pants with her right. She hurried forward toward the exit, opening the door just enough to give a quick glance either way. They were on the side of the building, which emerged into a parking lot. There was only one guard, walking away from her, which was solved quickly, with a slight wince. She opened the door wider and gave it another check, then ushered him out.

Mark rolled his eyes. He could see, it was just more like his eye was half shut. He watched behind them as she was taking care of the exit, he turned as she waved him outside, he slipped out, looking a little more unsure on his feet with nothing to hold onto til they made it down the steps. "You wouldn't happen to know how to hotwire a car would you?" He asked in a quiet tone, teasing but barely.

"I do, actually. You don't?" Harlow asked, a mocking tone of voice. She walked for a few strides until she found most inconspicuous black car She could find, tinted windows, and hopefully had some sort of extra protection. She tried the door handle- it was unlocked. Which was understandable, because honestly, how often do you lock your car unless you work at a complex or a walmart? She ducked in the drivers seat, quickly unlocking it and doing some fiddling around the steering wheel that involved popping a cover off and pulling wires out. She grabbed her knife and cut two certain ones, gently touching them together. It took a few tries, but the engine roared to life after an agonizing minute or two. She hopped in and slammed the door, not bothering to put her seatbelt on as she reversed out of the parking spot. "I'm just... a little bit rusty." She shrugged.

"I do, I just don't feel like it." He smiled maliciously. Following her across the parking lot. He slipped into the black car behind her and buckled up. He watched her for a moment, smiling at her struggle. "Sure, sure." He said skeptically. He leaned back, looking out the window. His eyes had been getting very heavy. He rubbed his temples with one hand.

"Oh, fun, thanks." Harlow said sarcastically, narrowing her eyes at him as she threw the car into drive and sped out of the parking lot and into the drive. There was the faint sound of gunshots and other tires, which forced her to sigh. She rolled her window down, settling one hand on the wheel and turning her head and other hand out the window, drawing her gun out and firing a few shots before she withdrew again.

He looked out the window, peering theough the mirror. "Do you think the day will ever end?" He grumbled, sitting up to pull the other pistol out. "I've always wanted to be in a car chase. Almost always, I stopped right about five seconds ago." He rolled down the windoe and leaned out, with surprising aim it took him three shots to hit the driver of the car right behind them, he withdrew and looked back through the window. He could hear the car crash into a ditch but ducking slightly as a shot broke through the corner of the back window, he didn't see it. "One down and too many to go." He leaned back in the chair. "Wanna stop for lunch later?"