OOC: It's OK Dripik
However, Gore doesn't wear mechanical pants, he just uses his legs - something else could drop though, like, a heap of his bandages maybe, and catch their attention. Or a bit of piping. I'm fine with that
IC:
Gore almost fell of the pipe he was crouching on. Crap, discovered, he thought painfully. These two weren't your average chumps. As he looked down, something majorly freaked him out. With RGs head lopsided and disfunctional, by a massive coincidence, it was looking right at him. He should have known it wasn't working, but damn, it did look spooky.
He spat his cigar onto the floor and flicked off the safety switch. Gore shot the gun in a verticle arc as a distraction, aiming roughly for RG - the Mudokon didn't provide any fear to him, but the robot creeped him out. The shots were for distraction purposes, so as soon as his burst had finished he sprinted along the piping, ducking his head down, and headed toward the elevator. He jumped out of the piping and pulled the up-lever with his face tentacles. Hopefully they hadn't seen him go, but he reloaded and held his gun, just in case. His concience was already there to put him off, though.
'What are you going to do when you get up there? What will you say? "Everything's dandy,"? You moron...'
He regained his concentration, but devoted some thought into an escape plan. If he couldn't pass off innocent, he would have to escape the factory.