( Is it weird that as I imagine this scenario, I can't help but hear<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMnrl0tmd3k" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">this</a>in my mind?)<br/><br/>Andrea sighed as the medic and some of the other Gears went along with the pilot's crazy driving. She didn't understand why they enjoyed that rush so much. She didn't exactly like feeling as if she was near death. She looked around at the others. The medic and the squad leader both seemed giddy. The happiness was evident in the medic's voice while it was even more obvious with the captain.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkRed">Oh yeah, that was awesome, definitely got to request you as our pilot for future rides. Haha!</span>"<br/><br/>She didn't exactly know now how this group assignment would end up. So far she felt pretty comfortable with her new squadmates. They seemed reliable enough but the medic and captain may just be a bit too wild, the pilot though, there was no question with her piloting. She shrugged off these dark judgments though. She can't make solid opinions without getting to know these Gears and to keep those opinions pure she must not harbor feelings beforehand. The sound of retching and a sickening splat brought her attention to the ground where a heaving John Carmine was busy expelling his food. As she saw the grisly puddle grow she became thankful for the re-breather still attached to her headpiece that was filtering out the putrid odor of the vomit.<br/><br/>She pulled her eyes away from the scene and looked at James. The grimace on his face told of the pain he must have been in. His hand was rubbing the back of his head showing where he had been hit. His cursing and obvious annoyance was slightly entertaining. It was like seeing an enactment of what she was feeling on the inside. A hate for this damn helicopter and an annoyance with the crazy pilot. Under the re-breather, a small smile started to develop on her lips as the rush from the stunt wore off and normal conversation resumed between the captain and the pilot. Andrea hooked her rifle to her back and shut her eyes, waiting for the copter to finally land.<br/><br/>______________________<br/><br/>Andrea's light snooze was broken by the captain's voice in her ear.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkRed">Shit! We got Grubs below, I see one hole and a Corpser. There may be more. Everyone keep your eyes open!</span>"<br/><br/>Her clouded mind tried to wave off his words. She just wanted some shut-eye. Like a mallet to the face though, his were suddenly understood. "<i><span style="color: RoyalBlue">Wait what? Grubs? I thought this was supposed ta be easy?</span></i>", she thought to herself, "<i><span style="color: RoyalBlue">Hehe. Then again, it neva' is that simple.</span></i>" Before she could unstrap herself from her seat, Casanova as the captain called him was already manning the other turret.The sound of gunfire and explosions bounced around inside the Raven, inundating her ears with a cacophony of sound.<br/><br/>Another explosion sounded, much closer than the rest. In an instant John was covered in a the slimey black ink of a Nemacyst. Coughing ensued immediately. Luckily for her his body had acted as a shield, making it so that only a small glob of the ink hit her forehead.With Carmine on the floor sputtering and coughing horrible, she finished unstrapping herself minus the safety line, and jumped over him to the gun. She was able to get off a couple seconds of shooting before the Raven shuddered and quaked violently. She tried to steady herself so she could keep shooting but another Nemacyst found its way to the Raven and crashed into the tail, sealing their fate.<br/><br/>______________________<br/><br/>There was a ringing in her head. She felt as if she was hanging by a thread. A small puddle of red was forming just below her. She raised her hand to her forehead and could feel a small cut, dripping blood onto the floor. Her head was spinning and why did she feel as if she was hanging? She looked around, the Raven had landed inside a building. The sky could be seen through the building's new skylight. her head cleared a little more. She remembered the falling sensation, grabbing onto the some of the bars inside the Raven, wishing she was still strapped in. Then crash and darkness.<br/><br/>She groaned when she realized she was suspended a couple of feet above the floor by her safety line. She struggled to reach behind her and unclasp the line from her armor. With sudden success, she fell to the floor, knocking the wind out of her and bringing some of her forming bruises to painful life. She groaned once more, rubbing one of the larger ones on her arm before speaking into the radio. She spotted the heap that was her squad captain laying in the corner motionless. A spark of panic made her stomach flip. She ran over to him and lightly on the face, trying to wake him. She spoke into the radio, "<span style="color: RoyalBlue">C'mon. Wake up everybody. We gotta keep movin'</span>" She spotted the pilot in her seat and feared the worst when she didn't seem to be moving. She ran over and started to bang on the side of the cockpit, trying to rouse her. As she banged her fist against the crumpled metal, she looked around trying to find the medic and James.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>