"You," she said, mouth remaining open a little bit in recognition.  "You were on the ship.  You gave Critz money," she accused.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.blackanddecker.com/images/55-121_1.jpg)</div>The girl's struggles and the sight of the cruel wire biting into her wrists closed Meredith's mouth and firmed her resolve.  A civilian was in danger, was hurt, and she was a first responder.  She had to act, and decisively, to protect the innocent.  Her hand went to the right side of her jacket, almost behind her, and emerged with her FUBAR tool.<br/><br/>Superheroes had capes.  Firefighters had rescue tools and Meredith's was the FUBAR.  The acronym was something dirty, but the tool was all about doing good.  Though relatively compact at only 45 centimeters, it was heavy and massed almost 3 kilograms.  You could shut off gas with it, pry open windows and doors, grab wall studs with the head and twist them out and smash your way through drywall and brick and glass with ease.  It even had a nice rubberized grip with reflective tape and was sized to be used with gloves.  Meredith held it low by her side and turned her torso slightly to put her off hand profile towards the man.<br/><br/>"Just walk away, fellow.  Walk away from her and no one else has to get hurt."  Tension made her hands shake but her voice was firm and the set of her jaw spoke volumes about Meredith's willingness to take this all the way to the ground to protect the girl.<br/><br/>