Wincing in pain he smiled in relief and whispered, "That's my sister, that's the girl who united us." with that he went back to cocking his rifle, out of sheer habit, this went on another twenty minutes, before finally a young guy bruised and bleeding fell into the gate. Michael didn't take a second glance, running towards the man, "Give him room, anyone who's got medical experience please come here!" no one approached, "You mean to tell me, no one did any medical training. Out of the crowd a young man raised his hand gingerly, "I got training from the Scouts, it's not much--."<br/><br/>Interrupting him Michael yelled impatient, "I don't care, you're all we got, just get him to wake up." knowing what this meant, he watched people construct a impromptu stretcher and carry Jek away. They were close, very close, he would suspect at least half an hour away, which still gave them time to prepare.<br/><br/>Barking out orders, Michael would say, "Get everyone to safety, no running about, everyone over the age of 18 who can use a gun, up on the walls, we got a war to win. Don't disappoint me, and make sure to keep them away from bunker, even if you have to die."<br/><br/>With that he cock his rifle impatiently now, ready to redden these bastards shirts.