Dr. Tarington stared through Ennea's eyes, a wicked smile on her face.   "Box her in!"  She screamed at Ben, prompting him to accelerate and pull the helicopter into Elohim's path, forcing her to circle back around if she didn't want to pass directly under it.  Dr. Ying punctuated the ultimatum with a shot from his rifle, barely even trying to have any sort of effect on the creature.<br/><br/>"Ennea."  Dr. Tarington whispered, knowing that her communication channel was still online.  "You're going to have to finish this.  We're all counting on you."  She whispered, a caring tone in her voice.  Yet, the moment of nurturing passed as soon as it had begun.  "Fail and you die."  She said with a voice of iron, trying to piece through the information she'd gathered.<br/><br/>Down in the mud, Ennea rolled over and picked up her gun, tossing away her mask with her left arm.  With a slight shuffling, she pulled out her second pistol, and leaned against a fallen tree trunk, listening carefully to the panic inside the helicopter for the order to strike.  It wouldn't be easy.  Her pistol was covered in mud, and at risk of jamming.  To compound all of this, she was probably missing the function of an organ or two.  But if she brought down her target, the doctor would make her whole again.  And that was all that mattered to Ennea.<br/><br/><br/>Roll Result: Great Triangle rolled: 3d10, extra dice at 9<br/>First Target Number: 8<br/>Comment: Pot Shot<br/>Result: 2, 6, 10, 5,<br/>For: 1, 0, 0, 0,<br/>Total: 1