She screeched in surprise as Gerad's strong hand clamped vicelike around her bicep, yanking her roughly back away from the side yard of the condo. She crashed against him with a whoosh of air from her lungs, her momentum toppling them both to the ground as the explosion clapped like thunder, deafening her. She landed on Gerad painfully, cracking her head on his chin, but managed to roll off his chest without damaging him further. Reflexively her hand checked for blood on her scalp.<br/><br/>She was content to lay there for a moment, groaning, trying to shake the stars out of her eyes. Then Gerad was up, and she was up, running towards the front of the condo where it was a scene straight from Dante's Inferno. Her ears rang mercilessly, and she could barely make out the sounds of sirens and people screaming from a great muddy distance.<br/><br/>Soot tossed by the wind darkened her face, ash paled her hair, making her look ghostlike in the smoke.  She was on autopilot, running, tumbling to her knees in the debris, long painted nails breaking, fingers tearing bloody at the rubble that pinned Marcus down.<br/><br/>"Hold on, cowboy, hold on!" she choked on the acrid fumes that thickened the air, making it impossible to see more than a foot away. She coughed, wiping her eyes with her forearm, smearing blood across her forehead. Whose blood it was, was anyone's guess.<br/><br/>"Yousef!" She cried, frantic eyes scanning the wreckage as she managed to pull Marcus to his feet, easing his arm around her shoulders to help him walk.  The other arm was limp, oddly swinging, probably broken.<br/><br/>"YOUSEF! GERAD!" She hurried him as fast as she could with Marcus's considerable weight bowing her, where Gabe stood tense by the back of the van, 9mm in hand. "Get him into the van! Call 911!" she cried, voice cracking in fear.<br/><br/>Gabe nodded, shoving the pistol back into it's holster and pulled Marcus from Mea's shoulders. She coughed again, waving smoke from in front of her face. "I have to-" she was racked by another cough. Gabe thrust his chin towards the scene "Go, go!"<br/><br/>She turned, running, her black ninja slippers finding purchase in the questionable footing. Gerad had Yousef, but he looked bad, tattered and bloody, and one of his arms looked badly broken as well. "Oh...fuck-!" It was whimpered, helpless, thick with emotion. "Yousef!" he was barely conscious, an odd grin twisting his mouth. The biosuit had thankfully taken most of the projectile damage, but the skin where he hadn't been covered was burnt red and covered in bloody scratches.<br/><br/>She took the side of his bulk not supported by Gerad, and between the two of them, managed to get him to the back of the van where Gabe was already waiting.<br/><br/>"We have to get them to The Doctor. NOW."  Gabe nodded "I have the coordinates laid out. We'll be there in minutes."<br/><br/><br/><br/>