Taylor had startled for a moment when Meko had inquired about his current health, he knew he must have sounded like death warmed over. He certainly felt close enough to it. â€œIâ€™ll be fine with a few Band-Aids.â€ Of course he knew it would take more than a couple of flimsy bandages to fix him but he also knew his accelerated healing would help repair whatever damage had been done. The scars that littered his body were from the fact that his body healed the serious and often forgot the cosmetic.<br/><br/>He half limped beside Meko not daring to put too much weight on the smaller boy. He didnâ€™t look like he was doing much better than he had earlier. Sliding into the passenger seat was one of the hardest things heâ€™d ever had to do. Even though his pride howled at the fact that he was being taken care of instead of doing the care taking he knew he was in no shape to be piloting a helicopter.<br/><br/>Taylor stared at his partner in stunned silence as Meko successfully hotwired the newest version of the Black Hawk. He was impressed that he was catching on so quickly especially in his current state of mind. â€œYes Sir.â€ Taylor said with mock sarcasm as he twisted his body and took aim at the men on the roof.<br/><br/>He needed to keep in mind of the ammo they had, only the few that was left in this mag and the 15 in the spare. â€œHead North-West.â€ He hesitated for a second before taking one hand off the weapon and pointing in the direction he meant, just in case. They needed to get out of the city as fast as they could. The bullets hit the metal beside him and jerked his attention back to the problem at hand. Taylor took careful and precise aim at the roof and fired two consecutive shots and two men fell dead with head shots. He had never been so glad for the training his father had put him through.<br/><br/>â€œYouâ€™re doing great.â€ He offered as he took aim once more. Their attackers where growing smaller as Meko directed the chopper in the direction indicted but he managed to drop three more before retreating further back in his seat.  Taylor laid the weapon down and took in a deep ragged breath as he relaxed into the seat. He ripped his right sleeve off his arm and tied it around the bullet wound in his leg to help slow the bleeding. He would inspect his wounds with more care once they got to the only safe place he could think of. Theyâ€™d search for it and eventually find it but itâ€™d take time. He never gave them the exact location of his fatherâ€™s old home.