<strong>Name;</strong>Mya Richone<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Doctor<br/><strong>Location; </strong>The Line loading bay, landing pad<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Sophie, Braxton, Cassie<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/57cb5d7320db1c1b7bbda4383a6bbbe3-1.jpg) <br/><br/><hr/><br/>Mya was hoping she never found out if they had anything heavier than what they were using so far.  If the small stuff could do this much damage, anything bigger would put them in a bad place.  With skill and precision, Mya slipped the two pieces of the stretcher underneath Sue's prone body and connected the two sides, giving her the sense of relief that she wouldn't need to move him.  <br/><br/>Unsure how they were going to accomplish the next part of the exercise, Mya looked up at Cassie as she grabbed the handles of the stretcher.  "Ready, one, two, three...."  On three Mya and Cassie lifted the stretcher onto the side of the mule, balancing Sue's heavy frame on a very precarious step, but putting him in a position where Mya could keep an eye on him and they wouldnn't need to walk to the back of the mule, risking getting shot, to put Sue on the cargo bay.  "Go slow, back up.  I'll walk with you to hold him on."  Mya wasn't sure where she had found the strength to lift Sue's weight, probably twice her size, but she was happy to be able to move him quickly back to the ship while limiting the number of people exposed.<br/><br/>Mya looked out across the top of the mule for a moment, seeing the men lying on the ground, she could hear the moans of pain coming from the shot workers.  The adrenaline of focusing on Sue was beginning to wear off and she could feel the distress of leaving those men to bleed helpless on the ground.  She looked down at the blood soaked shirt and pants on Sue and moved along side of the Mule as it floated back into the ship.</div>