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On Jun 6, 2013, at 12:49 AM, Randye Jones <[email protected]> wrote: > > > ooc: this is based on the last posts i could find. feel free to fill in if > something's missing. > > 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. > > The graying man waved a hand at hearing his name. He was not trying to get up > just yet, still recovering. > > 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?" > > "Hey there. I'm fine. My poor ride is probably totaled. Sorry, I had intended > to trail you to the skeet range where we could talk. The plan was to make > sure that you were not followed. Guess I've gotten rusty as the company was > not my idea." > > 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. > > "Perhaps they were prepared for two, not three. Or perhaps they were supposed > to watch and not act. At least not yet...", Marcus proposed. > tivity: > "Have you seen our friends before?" she asked Garibaldi. > > "No, but I've heard some rumors about a rogue Ramesar military unit that has > taken to doing freelance. merc work." > > "Before they decide to return, perhaps we should be on our way," Carrhae > suggested. "Can you get up?" > > "I think so. I'm shaken not stirred. " Marcus started to get up. He struggled to maintain his balance at first, but was able to firm up his stance. "I guess is am mobile, but I doubt I can run marathons. ", quipped Marcus
