<blockquote><div><cite>Adamant_Borb wrote:</cite>Halvorson bit his tongue as the guards fell back into cover and Baz's rage abated.  He slapped Feign on the shoulder, just then noticing the injury there.  "Let's go," he said quietly, hoping he hadn't made it sting.  Guards were poking heads and weapons around corners tentatively.  He fired to keep them back, but then the bullets stopped.  His magazine was empty.  Hastily, he ducked behind the pillar with Sara and loaded a new one.<br/><br/>The medic shook his head at Karogen.  "No smelling salts.  Look, I just took two in the chest.  I'm in a fuckload of pain right now.  L-T will get her."  He collected his bag and flashlight, shining it down the corridor into the catacombs, as if looking for something.  "Where the fuck...?"<br/><br/>Halvorson knelt briefly, looking Sara in the eyes.  Words didn't come.  He seized her hand holding the grenades and kissed it.  Then he rose, jumping out of cover and running backwards, careful not to trip on debris as he fired to keep the guards' heads down.<br/><br/>The moment he was around the corner and in the funeral corridor, he bent down and pulled O'Toole upright roughly, hoisting her over his shoulder.  His back, thighs, and knees all screamed at once, but he didn't give a damn.  He looked around quickly at the group.  They were getting out.  "Baz, Mad, on rear guard.  Feign, on point.  Doc, get a look at his arm if you can.  Karogen, you stick close to me.  Your life just got more valuable."  He started off into the darkness of the catacombs.  The medic approached Feign, wincing and holding a weak hand out to look at Feign's wound.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Feign winces a little at the sudden twinge in his shoulder.  The arm twitches a little at it, not enough to be visible, but more than enough to ruin his aim if he were still using his crossbow.<br/><br/>Karogen's comment about smelling salts seems to hit Feign as an indication of a lack of training, which directly contradicts what he saw in the boy's eyes.  So far, he's puzzled at what the rebels intended for this kid.<br/><br/>As the medic shines his flashlight down the catacomb corridor, Feign takes a glance.  To his heightened vision, the flashlight may as well be a floodlight, putting the whole corridor into stark visibility.  As soon as the medic mutters to himself, an idea dawns on Feign as well.  Seth the giant spider is nowhere to be seen.<br/><br/>At Halvorson's gesture to Sarah, Feign suddenly thinks back to the tiny black pill hidden in his sleeve called "Sadato's Kiss".  From what he understood the stuff was a powerful painkiller that is almost guaranteed to kill the user.  For a moment, he considers giving it to her, even though it was completely against the rules to do so.  He is able to reject the thought immediately once Halvorson starts giving orders.<br/><br/>As the group runs down the corridor, feign keeps his shoulder back enough for the medic to see his wound, but comments when he sees the man's difficulty,  "It's not bad enough to stress over, doc.  I think the sliver hit a nerve or close to one.  Just keep the flashlight forward, something's not quite right."  He's careful not to mention Seth within earshot of Baz.  His gun is held out at the ready, prepaired to fire at first sign.  From the slightly bloody tear in his sleeve, a tiny bit of the black tatoo on his back is visible.<br/><br/>(edited for annoying little grammer errors)