Milenya replied as she crouched and took the Synthetimmune dose out of a pouch.<span style="color: #6495ED">"This is what we can do to help."</span>She stabbed the applicator onto Shira's thigh, at the spot Dr. Beruut had indicated would be best. The thing was designed for Quarians, so she hoped the dose would start working quickly.<br/><br/>Her mind was working quickly. Goddess, she hated being in the lead but this plan had formed in her head.<br/><br/><span style="color: #6495ED">"Her suit's in Desmond's office. I have a good idea where the bomb is. Desmond's going to be between us and it, if he hasn't run. He might have some kind of heavy weapon with him, but we shouldn't need to worry about it blowing through the structure. Ashana. I'll screen you with my shields and get you close, you take him out. Kala. If you have something that could fry his shields before we get to him, that would be helpful."</span><br/><br/>As she got up from her crouch, she snagged the flashbang grenades she had off her belt.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Ashana, Kala, flashbang grenade. I'll be busy holding the bubble up so I won't be able to throw them at Desmond."</span><br/><br/>Trusting the others to follow along, she started back down the corridor post-haste. If she let herself think about what she was doing.. she had to screen the others. That meant being out in front and deliberately exposing herself to Desmond's bullets. The probability that she'd get hurt was high.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>