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Philip opened his eyes and sat up slowly. Frowning, he realized
he
was inside the chopper, but had no idea how he'd gotten here. He raised a hand to his head, wincing slightly as he encountered a tender area. "How the bloody hell..." Philip's voice trailed off as his last conscious moments flooded his mind. "Kristin..." he breathed, and got to his feet. He found that with the exception of a slight headache from the impact of being thrown away like yesterday's trash, he didn't feel too bad. Looking around the area of the chopper, Philip headed back towards the place where that thing had taken Kristin from them. He had to find her. |
