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** Fortunately, her Vulcanoid ancestry came to Carrhae's aid when the secondary eyelids automatically slipped down to protect her eyes. But her ears were not so fortunate. The ringing the grenade caused would probably last for hours. She dropped to one knee to steady herself and drew the weapon from her pocket. Blind and mostly deaf, she extended all her senses, hoping to hear anyone who approached. Fortunately,... By the time that everyone recovered, the vehicle was gone. "Matthew? Marcus?" she called. Looking over at the disabled Ferrari, she saw a graying man stumble out of the far. He fell to his knees, but shifted to a seated position. He obviously did not hear her call. He appeared to be no worse for wear. (ooc: garibaldi? by now, i know better than to assume.) (What? You don't trust Chris to let things go on without complication? Oh, Randye - you are a pessimist. Or as I like to call them, a 'realistic thinker') Keeping low and watching for any signs of the trio or others, Carrhae made her way over to the man. When she reached his side, she touched his shoulder and said, "Are you okay?" Matt shook his head to clear it and wished the fancy colorful fish would stop swimming in his vision. He had the hilt of his sword out, but it was still deactivated, so it just looked like a wooden stick in his hand. He followed Carrhae to the man he assumed was Garibaldi. "Shame what happened to your wheels," he said, though even to him, his voice sounded very far away. (Marcus) (Carrhae) -- ***** Randy, AKA Admiral Matthew Brennan Ryan Thompson Khre'Riov Ael t'Khllrenz, Ambassador, RSE Spacedock
