<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/><em>"Covering fire! Keep them down!"</em>  <br/><br/>"Go shi!!!!!"Mya screamed and ducked immediately as the trail of bullets chattered across the metal hull of the Line.  She didn't realize she lost control of the stretcher teetering precariously on the edge of the mule until she realized her arms were covering her head.  <em>Idiot!!!  Lots of good that'll do you.</em>  She thought, quickly catching the edge of the stretcher before it slipped off the mule.  <br/><br/><em>”Cookie, take out that gun! They are going to tear our people apart!”</em>  <br/><br/>Mya looked back up the ramp.  Only a few more feet till they were under the protective shell of the Line's armor plates.  "Wang Ba Dan!! Can we move it a little faster."  The ricochet of bullets and the sound of fire coming not only at the loading ramp but from the loading ramp threw a sense of urgency into her heart.  She knew regardless of the need to patch Sue up before the damage made his condition worse, she'd likely be stitching up others tonight and she wanted to make sure it wasn't her.  <br/><br/> </div>