The first few tugs were hopeless, not only was she carrying her pack of gear, she was trying to pull a stiffened 350lb, 6'5" being without much of a plan. She cursed herself again for not taking more time to plan her mission. But she never gave up. Her life, or perceived life was in jeopardy. At any minute the Nightwatch Sentinels would arrive, especially after a weapon discharge.<br/><br/>But her will to survive suddenly kicked in, she dropped her gear and lightened her load, after a few deep breaths she reached down and grabbed the stiff upturned arm of the stunned synthetic. She realized that his toes had been dragging the whole time, once she'd realized that how plank-like he was she was able to maneuver him onto his side and use the smooth side of his boot as a sled. She wrenched his forearm up over her shoulder and began pulling with all her adrenaline. Afterall her life was indeed at stake.<br/><br/>M heaved his body with everything she had, her back felt like it was going to give out, but her goals were too important to quit on.<br/><br/>It was then that she registered the bright flashlight vision of the Nightwatch officers closing on the path below. "Pull damn it, PULL!" she screamed at herself, knowing she was only a couple of yards away now.