<b><i>Valerie</i><br/>
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</b><br/>"Naw..." He muttered as she described the kid in question. By the look on his face, the description was exactly what he already had in his head and Valerie was just confirming it.<br/><br/>"Hey!" He called to the dregdoc Shizu who was still watching from the end of the hall. "He wakes up before I'm back... you make sure he stays here. Got it?"<br/><br/>The order was stern, blunt. The doctor had a passing apprehension on his face but nodded. "Yeah, ok."<br/><br/>"Come on." Mr. SMG said to Valerie. "Bring the toys with you."<br/><br/>When she protested he stopped, giving her a half turn. "You're not waiting for him to wake up anymore. All that shit he's done means he's double dealing. That ain't your fault, ain't your problem. But if you stay stuck to him, it is your problem... got it? Now come on, let's get this shit over with."<br/><br/>He waited for her to make up her mind.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><b><i>Spook</i><br/>
</b><br/>She took a breath, gasping and falling back. Her solar plexus throbbed, and even though she could barely feel it, the damage was real. But so was the damage she'd done. The lenses were cracked, whatever data he was getting now was fucked. He grappled with the helmet, trying to get it off. As his fingers closed around the release, a blur of fury and steel cut through the smoke. Drawing her arm back, Tiger Girl jammed her wakazashi through his hand and up through the softer material around his neck, the blade penetrating beneath his jaw and skewering him. She wrenched the weapon free as the armored corpse went down.<br/><br/>She turned her head, that visor over her eye looking straight through the smoking hole of the doorway.<br/><br/>"Shit!" She hissed through her teeth, pushing against the wall and looking at the big man. "Shit, get the fuck up!"<br/><br/>He cough and pushed himself to his knees. Spook could see him bleeding, bad. The bullets hadn't killed him, but they would soon if he didn't get help.<br/><br/>"Fuck... dose me dammit!" He yelled, clenching his hand over his neck.<br/><br/>He fell heavily to a sitting position against the wall and the Tiger Girl pulled a syringe from her waist and tossed it to him. He depressed the back of it, the needle emerging from it's sleeve and stuck it in his neck. Spook knew what it was, no introduction required. Clot, the Dreg concoction favored by just about every street doc there was. Good for stopping a bleed out, but not great for staying cogent.<br/><br/>Another barrage of gunfire sounded within the room, and return fire. Tiger Girl took a series of quick sharp breaths, psyching herself up. "Yo new girl..." She grinned. "Let's fuckin' do this!"<br/><br/>She bolted through the doorway, back into the fray where Tiger 1 and the last gunman were putting hole in the wall at each other.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>