<strong>Alana</strong><br/><br/>Virginia looked around at the cars as she considered Alana's question. "I'm not sure," she said. "I could probably start more than one."<br/><br/>The building shook as more action took place inside, a fine layer of dust sifting down from the concrete roof of the parking structure.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Jack, Sandy</strong><br/><br/>Jackson chucks a piece of rubble as he runs at the robot. His throw went a little wide, though, and sailed past the robot hitting the wall in front of it hard enough to embed itself in the plaster. The robot began to turn to see where the shot had come from when Jack collided with it.<br/><br/>Although the thing was taller than Jackson, he hit it hard and lifted it off the ground with his force, taking both of them into a wall, and through it in a shower of rubble. It nearly fell over but steadied itself by gripping an examining table, Jackson holding onto it still as the room shuddered around them.<br/><br/>Sandy had found a piece of twisted metal lying on the floor, rubble from a busted wall. Picking it up, she moved toward the wreckage that Jack's charge had made, though she couldn't get close enough to make a stealthy approach to the robot.<br/><br/>With its free arm, it swung trying to dislodge Jackson, though it missed, still unsteady on its feet after the tackle.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Eric</strong><br/>Eric's hand came away bloody, his leg aching. He heard a loud crash out in the hall, though from his point of view he couldn't see anything. Judging from the pain, he doubted he'd be doing any walking on his right leg, assuming he just didn't die outright from blood loss.