<strong>Name:</strong>Cassie<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Wheeler<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Loading Bay<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Braxton, Sue, Mya<br/><hr/><br/>Cassie gave a sharp glower, but tucked the crossbow away, making sure that it was locked out before closing the lid and tucking it back into the mule.  She nodded.  "Alright," she said, clambering back onto the mule, staying low as she fired the engine back into life.  "Just stay behind me.  I'll park her between you and that lot out there," she said to Mya, glancing at Braxton.  "Right now's not the time to work out passage fees, but I want off this rock just as much as you do, Captain.  I'll do what I can to help out right now, and then when we're not getting shot at, I'll give you the rundown of my capabilities."<br/><br/>Easing the throttle forward, she popped back down the ramp, her eyes darting this way and that for the man that had recruited her to help with the offloading, aiming a few points to the right and swinging around him once she spotted him.  The mule itself was parked on a line between him and the bulk of the crowd, slightly to the left of it, with the cargo carrier completing an effective - if rather flimsy - barrier about five feet out.  She ducked even lower on the mule, her eyes on the crowd, praying to God that none of them would get the bright idea to try and take out one of the scabs.  That would end badly for her.