<div class="floatright">(http://www.mf08s.com/m/ent/uploadfile/201103/24/20110324124458763.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Valerie 'Myriad' Dobson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=119101.msg5198980#msg5198980)<br/>Sex: Female  Age: 24<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Game Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Saves</strong>: Tough: +1, Fort: +4, Ref: +5, Will: +4<br/>Attack Bonus: +4 (Ranged: +4, Melee: +6, Grapple: +7)<br/>Attacks: Unarmed Attack, +6 (DC 16)<br/>Defense: +6  (Flat-footed: +3), Knockback: +0<br/>Initiative: +2<br/>Val 1(NYC), 2 Bruised, 2 Injured<br/></div></div><hr/><strong>NYC</strong><br/><em>@ the accident</em><br/><br/>"IDs.. NOW." Val yelled back. "Cause right now I'm talking on two phones elsewhere in the city you IDIOTS. One of the people I'm talking to is a POLICE Chief. So, how about some due process, IDs and such." She says as she freezes in place. There was literally NO way she could left Sam down safely without putting him in the line of fire.<br/><br/>"And.. back off. I'm not bulletproof asshole." She added as she felt her injuries twinge. She'd be healed up in a few hours but nothing mind-blowingly fast. Right now it was simply twinge as her muscles tried to shrug off the injuries."Not to mention there are cops coming in from my old apartment and all sorts of points. So, how about backing off, let me put the man down safely while you call it a day and just leave. Because unlike the healer that I'm guessing you assholes snatched, I'm already reporting things you are doing. Down to accents, weapons and the van's description."<br/><hr/><em>@ the Safe house.</em><br/><br/>Val manically keeps writing down notes as her other selves scuttle about the apartment. She was on the phone with the police chief, relaying all the details that she could. She was doing her best to buy time and get her bodyguard out of the line of fire at the scene. All the while every nugget of information she could. On the scene it was a stalling game, here it was trying to find an angle that she could work from. Odds were that Marie would be hitting the ceiling when one of her forms in LA called her but here they were all working.<br/><br/>The other form finished up her sweep of the safe house and nodded to the bodyguard.<br/><br/>"We'll stay here, you might want to get help to the site to help out. Sam is hurt pretty bad, his airbag popped." She said tried to think of anything else that she could do to help her form and Sam's chances of getting out of this situation. She picked up her cell and opened the twitter app as she kicked herself for not getting a point of contact from J7 but he did say he had a LOT of internet scanning gear.<br/><br/>#Myriad: Help! Being kindnapped by MiBs <insert address><br/><br/>She sat down drummed her fingers as she joined her note taking self in trying to get all the details down. All she could do is wait and see what came next. Only one of her was in danger, but she hoped that it wasn't another self dying. The pain of dying really sucked.