<strong>Alana</strong><br/><br/>They find the ambulances around the corner in a service lot. Virgina looks at one, and the engine rumbles to life, the vehicle idling in place. She glances at a second, and it starts up as well, both ambulances humming in their spaces.<br/><br/>"That's what I call triple-A service," Rachel said.<br/><br/>Virginia turned to look at the group, a pleased smile on her face. "Just like magic," she said, the driver's side doors of the vehicles swinging open.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Jackson, Sandy</strong><br/><br/>Jackson and the robot are struggling with each other as Sandy makes her approach. The metal monster rears around toward her, Jackson holding onto it, and Sandy rams the bar at its eye. She feels the bar crunch home, and is greeted by a shower of blue sparks as the rod sinks into the machine's head.<br/><br/>The robot jerks violently back away from Sandy, its arms flying wide as it windmills back and collapses against a wall before sliding down toward the floor, coming to rest atop a pile of rubble. The robot's face is a burnt mess, the eye extinguished. It lies motionless.<br/><br/>Jackson had let go as the thing went down, his plan of attack rendered null and void.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Eric</strong><br/>Eric's world was swimming before him. The pain was gone, as was most feeling in his body. He lay on his back in a widening pool of his own blood, consciousness slowly ebbing away.