<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br/>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Reassembling a gun. Shit!<br/>Fuck! Gah!<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Twith, Mika<br/><hr/></div><br/><em>Hrugh! </em>The air was pounded out of Sara's lung's as she hit the bus floor. She looked up through the tangled mass of her hair just in time to see Twitch deliver a resounding answer to Noah's question - with a tightly balled fist. Fueled by god knows whatever psychotic substance was pulsing through his veins, Twitch lunged for Noah with a strength infinitely greater then his own. Scrambling to her knees, Sara fumbled for the various gun parts with the same shaking hands she'd searched the bus for supplies moments earlier, parts falling in and out of her grasp as she clawed them toward her.<br/><br/>Her eyesight vibrated and blurred with adrenaline as she fumbled with the parts. Devon had shown her how to do this more times then she could count, but she'd always been paying half-attention, the better part or her mind off somewhere designing a more efficient water filtration system or something else that seemed far more important at the time. She could practically hear his droning lecture carrying on.<br/><br/><em>The barrel is inserted into the bottom of the slide, and the recoil spring and it's guide are attached to... to what?! Oh shit! Fuck me! C'mon, c'mon!</em><br/><br/>The pieces were coming together. Mika was crying again - this time louder then before, and it was drowning out her thoughts. Sara just needed a moment's more time.