<div class="floatright"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/futureponytail-1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Phaedra Leitner</strong></span><br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Attempted murder<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Library Reading Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Drake, Tim, Sarah<br/><br/>Well that sucked. Phaedra lay on the hard ground, half-pinned beneath Drake, struggling to get back her breath and doing a mental inventory of all her limbs, relieved that they all seemed to be working. As soon as she could draw a breath she began to laugh and reached up to capture Drake's face in her hands, attempting to plant one on him in a moment of intense relief. Just as she was getting her shapely legs beneath her and struggling to her feet, glancing around to see who was doing the same, the ensuing explosion knocked her back on her ass. Her ears ringing, when she got to her feet again, she could see the look in the eyes of the cop and didn't need that first of two voices to tell her what was up. The second voice could go to hell, she knew how the bureaucracy worked and how easy it was to disappear into it.<br/><br/>"Come on!" she shouted to Drake. She was sticking with him, he had a good head on his shoulder, and would take along anybody else who would give her a better chance. Unfortunately that meant the mass-murdering asshole who at least had the virtue of being strong and potentially an excellent meat shield. Beggars couldn't be choosers not when there were only seconds between you and a future of containment. She raced over to Tim and noticing the board attached to his ass, took firm hold of it and jerked it loose. "There, now you have no excuse for not getting it in gear. Sarah! We're getting the hell out of here!"<br/>