Hostage Rescue
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Title |
Hostage Rescue |
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Date |
2012 October 19 |
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IC Date |
2531 July 25 |
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Location |
Manor House - Paquin |
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Appearing |
Director Calira Dumont Director Brennart Henderson Lt. Heather Jacy Dakota Cathcart Dr. Chloe Jameson |
No battle plan, or carefully scheduled flow of events, ever survives the first engagement with the enemy. Plan for the worst, hope for the best, maybe be pleasantly surprised someday
Continued from To Parliament
The remote manor house that the terrorists had been tracked back to is several miles outside of the city of Paquin itself, well off the main paths that the tourists visit and away enough from 'civilization' as to really qualify for the word remote. Thus, approaching the manor had been a think of patience and skill, requiring the team - which is NOT small - to travel over land in a encircling pattern and make the final approach in radio silence. The demo experts and tech experts had been deployed with each unit, making sure that all units would have the best possible chance of detecting any mines, trip wires, the usual things that tend to give away the approach of uninvited guests. Like.. door to door religious folks, youth groups selling candy or subscriptions and tax collectors - it always pays to blow up a tax collector, right? Once in place and belly down in the tall grass with the rest of her unit, Calira taps the comm unit and speaks quietly into it, "Unit 1 in place, all units report in," she transmits and rests her elbows in the grass while lifting a pair of field glasses to survey this side of the compound. <English>
"Unit four in place." Jacy's voice is soft in people's earpieces, as though she was at their side instead of being several hundred yards distant. She, too, is watching the compound, a pair of Steiner-Zeiss 7x50 gyro-stabilised rangefinding binoculars at her eyes. She has picked out the guard overlooking the wall itself, the one that will be killed by her sniper with the silenced gun, and she has picked out where she will attempt to scale the wall with the help of grappling irons and tensile cord. Her engineer, a reliable Sergeant named McGillicuddy, is studying the latest satellite imagery on his smartcomm, eyeing the heat-signatures corresponding to where the patrols go (safely) and where they don't go (minefields). <English>
Having had to sneak their way in through the woods, then crawl through the weeds and brush, Dakota checks on her small team. Seeing that all are ready she raises her weapon and sights in, surveying the back of the compound. When the comm unit crackles in her ear a hand goes to it and in a very very hushed voice says "Unit three in place." She motions to the tec that has been assigned to her and is right along side. He does his magic with the device in hand and points a bit to the left. Nodding she motions to her shooters and they all nod. All in silence, they have trained for this and know what is meant. With hand signals each takes a guard and readies themselves. All weapons that they carry are silenced. <English>
"Alright, on my mark, snipers take your position and remove any guards in line of sight," Calira says quietly as she nods to the snipers in her own unit who have already eases forward to take up position at the leading edge of her team. "Soon as the guards fall there may be alarms going up, be prepared to make for the walls as fast as your unit can move. Watch for anti-personnel weapons," she warns, though this is like telling each soldier to make sure the safety is off on each weapon being used. "Everyone have their comm units on the DAS frequency, and helmet cams transmitting at all times," is added - yet another reminder, really. Calira casually flicks a large beetle off of her armor before turning slightly to cast a look back in the field where the remote command center is set up, the field unit of medics and support personnel waiting - out of immediate combat reach and line of fire. "Doctor Jameson, our field medics will be liaising with you for walk throws should the need arise. You should get live feed and biometric readings of any soldier that you get tagged to consult on. Sing out if you have any glitches in the feed, I'd rather you stay out of the walls until we clear the outer layer of security. Any wounded are going to be evacuated to your position as a rally point" she explains before consulting her watch, giving another full minute of time before saying, "Snipers ready - - " waits another five then says, "Mark," clealry into the comm. <English>
There's a soft 'phttt' from a sniper's position, a good fifty yards behind Jacy, and the guard on the roof silently topples backwards, missing half his head. Immediately Jacy's on her feet, running quietly through the grass and scrub towards the wall, leading her little charge. They're running in dead silence, just the sound of boots crunching through the undergrowth. As they reach the wall a well-rehearsed operation falls into place - a grappling iron is tossed up, catching on the top of the wall with the faintest clank - it's not metal, it's a high-grade plastic, dull black in color and faintly soft to the touch, but it grips like a bugger. Immediately Jacy is swarming up the thin line, rolling over the wall at the top to get down and off the skyline as quickly as she can, presenting the minimal target to anyone watching the wall from the inside. Her troops follow her, one at a time. <English>
Chloe sighs and notes in soft, obviously anxious exasperation, "I'd have preferred to let my AI manage the tags and organize the vitals. The dashboard of this system is a nightmare." She swallows and looks around at everyone in camo, gilly suits, and armor and hastily assures, "But it will serve the duty it was designed for and I shall do as is required, Colonel." <English>
A quick glance to the other two shooters that are with her, each has heard the comm chatter from Calira. They nod, fingers go onto triggers and each sights in on the intended target. Well trained, timing is everything. Just as the M is heard in the 'Mark', three silenced shots go out. More like a pfft than anything. Three shots, three down. Dakota and the other two with her quickly scan for additional targets that can be seen at the wall - finding none. Again in that hushed voice over the comm "Team three, three tangos down," and the transmission is cut off. Dakota and the team don't wait. they continue to crawl, faster though, to the drain pipe that runs through the wall. Carlson quickly cuts the mesh that covers it after the tec has cleared the alarms and Dakota crawls into the mud and muck. Just as she is about to emerge from the pipe on the other side of the wall she freezes. No, that was not a zipper. But it was, and the warm rain falls down and she squenches up her eyes. Silently cursing. As soon as the zipper being pulled back up is heard she rolls on her back, brings her weapon to bear and another pfft is heard. Another tango has fallen. Those that follow her grin as she lets a soft "Damnit" escape her lips. <English>
Brenn's with Calira's team decked out in his armor with his full tactical rig on... and carrying a really really big rifle. At Cal's chatter he sets up emplacing himself then setting up his bipod and sighting in on one of the targets and waiting the countdown and on Mark he squeezes the trigger his suppressed rifle being a bit louder than the other snipers more of a quiet pop than a pfft but at this range not many would notice. His aim is true and like the other snipers his target drops to the ground. But it seems he forgot what ammo he had inserted and where the head of his tango used to be is a slightly burning stump at the neck. He clicks on his comms, "Ouch." <English>
Calira likes a challenge, that's the reason why her team is taking the front gate - because it's just the sort of in-your-face assault that speaks to her sense of fair play. She's reading the output from the other teams, sees the snipers taking down their intended targets and the units approaching the walls in a swift rush. She casts a sidelong glance toward Brenn's position, maintaining her own silence for the moment as he dispatches the guards on the front wall, the ones near the gate. His 'Ouch' remark makes her chuckle, "Well done," she says quietly. She keys in the command that her e-geek guys had set up to slice through the security system and the surveillance feed surrounding the compound, doing a brief loop - classic technique - and feeding the image back upon itself in a endless cycle to give each time a few minutes of time to work with for their approach.
"I know, Doc, and I'm sorry to pull you in on this. But there's kids in that compound and while all of our guys are certainly good with kids, they may need to be .. managed by a gentler hand that adrenaline hyped marines," she says with a move of her shoulders in a shrug before she makes a gesture and leads the way forward to the gate. <English>
Chloe fidgets, "Don't apologize, colonel." there might be more but then there's a blink and another swallow, "I understand." She looks further chagrined at the mention of gentler hands. For those who've had their physicals chloe's bedside manner is about as warm as those cold metal tools inserted places on no polite person would want them. <English>
Jacy's team is inside, clearing the outbuildings. A guard, yawning, emerges from a doorway - and a Marine steps from against the wall behind him, one hand over the man's mouth mouth pulling his head back, one hand whipping a combat knife across his exposed throat. There's a gush of warm blood and a gurgle as the guard goes down, eyes bulging with shock before they glaze over in death. Jacy hears rhythmic grunting from behind a door, pushes it open, and fires five silenced shots into the entwined bodies of the two star-crossed lovers inside. There's a final wet thud as they collapse off the bed, and Jacy silently closes the door on their corpses with a murmured and very much off-comm, "Sorry." Jacy's team are taking no prisoners today. They form up near a parked hoverMULE, all their senses alert for the other teams coming in from the flanks. <English>
Dakota, the tec, and Carlson are the only ones able to get through the drain they are using. That means the heavy weapons that were assigned to her team are now left behind. Again Dakota silently curses "They said it was bigger," she mutters under her breath. As she leans back into the drain she says as softly as she can but loud enough to be heard "Find another way in, will meet you at the deignated spot," she tells the two that can't squeeze through the narrow confines. So she and Carlson along with the tech are what's left of her team on the hot side of the wall while the other two back out and search for another way in. The three of them make for the utility shed, the first point they are to cover. <English>
Calira's team makes the approach through the front gate with as much expediency as possible, taking down the guards that they encounter and hauling bodies out of the line of site to keep the element of surprise for as long as possible. The courtyard her team spills into is really quite lovely, flower gardens mixed with vegetable and herb, small shrubs groomed into fanciful shapes - who DOES that to a perfectly respectable apple tree? At any rate, they advance forward, detouring over to the motor pool and Calira sets her team to work disabling all the vehicles, MULESs, bikes, anything that could be used in pursuit if they have to make a noisy egress that might be done while being chased. So far, this side of the compound is quiet - after all, the master of this particular house believes his location to be secure. How wrong and over confident is that! <English>
Jacy's team sweep towards a low, squat building with a satellite dish on the roof. There's a guard by the doorway, staring with a bored expression at the gate. Jacy steps out from behind the corner and smiles. "Hi!" she says brightly. The guard gapes, looking at her - and is taken out with a silenced gunshot from behind him. He falls forwards, twitching, and Jacy steps forwards to try the door as her team swarm up. Inside there's a desk with a couple of monitors, and another guard, who looks up as Jacy steps through. "No..." pleads the guard, but that's all she can say before Jacy shoots her in the throat. She goes down, gurgling, and Jacy steps callously over her twitching body to examine the computer screens. There are camera feeds from the entire compound, and she smirks as she taps a young Marine on the shoulder. "Use these camera controls, find out where the children are, and give the other teams sitreps on where the targets are," she calmly instructs the young man. She keys her mike, "Team four at location Bravo Five, targets neutralized." That's a fancy term for being shot in the throat, so you drown in your own blood. Jacy doesn't look down at the contorted face of the young woman she just killed; her face is impassive, just a little tight with tension, but calm. <English>
Rumble, loud! Dakota looks back just in time to see the avalanche of rock, mud and muck go sliding through the tunnel, a whoosh of wet air comes boiling out of the drain as it seals up. A quick, worried check, of the map that's been taped on her wrist. "Something's not right," Dakota says softly to Carlson as she eyes the map and then back to the tunnel they have crawled through. She activates her comm "I've lost two men, tunnels do not mach the maps. Check the vitals of them," she says softly into the unit. Worried that the two that went another way are now trapped or worse. As she talks there is a pfft behind her and Carlso has taken out a guard that has come to investigate the sound. Dakota nods then turns back to her mission "We go," she says to the two remaining with her "as planned." She peers from around the edge, weapon at the ready. "To the first rally point," and she points across a manicured lawn to the back door with a gloved finger. <English>
Chloe blinks and checks a few things. Her Smartcom is conferred with and seems smarter than most smartcoms as she's getting screens and information not commonly available. Quickly, "Those of you in the tunnels DO NOT panic-I have eyes on you and will walk you through navigating out of your predicament but you MUST follow my instructions. " her tone calm, and crisp, and impersonal as ever. <English>
With the vehicles disabled, all of the wheels slashed for the vehicles that actually have such, Calira's little fit of destructive mechanics seems to have been fruitful and a great way to cause property damage without blowing anything up. She keeps an eye on the screen of her smartcomm, watching the other teams moving into position and decides to rig the vehicles to explode, just in case, and spends a few minutes getting each vehicle wired, primed, keyed to the remote trigger activated by her comm unit. Her team encounters little resistance, a few stray guards are dispatched with lethal and messy efficiency, bodies dragged over in a heap. She makes no effort to try to take prisoners. Men who'll kidnap children have no place in civilized society, and she takes a dim view - very very dim view - of men who'll try to use children as a leverage point. The main entrance to the compound is scanned, analyzed and swept several times before her team has to grudgingly admit that it's not wired in any way. Ok, there's a doorbell AND a welcome mat to brush muddy boots off on. Calira actually does that, instinct after all, no need to be rude about tracking mud inside. Just because they're blood outside in the courtyard and along the walls doesn't mean that it's polite to track mud across the floors. The door is eased open, the hall scouted before her team enters. "Unit 1 moving inside," is advised. <English>
The young marine is sweating as he struggles, but fails, to hack into the security feed. Finally he just abandons the attempt and watches the cycling monitors. And then his eyes widen, and he keys his throat mike, "All units, all units, children identified in building...Bravo Eighteen. Second floor, looks like it's top of the stair and turn left, third door on the right. There's nobody in with them, but there's a guard outside the door." Jacy pumps the air with her fist in delight, but waits for orders from Colonel Dumont before she and her team exit the security building. <English>
Still making her way Dakota finally gets into an open area. She peers through a grate and looks around a bit. Turning back to Carlson and the tech she smiles. "Armory," she mouths then points to the side and holds up her hand with all five fingers help up. Pointing to her self then to Carlson then lastly to the tech she has set the order of how they are to proceed. "On my," she holds up three fingers before letting them fall. Then she raises one, then two, she doesn't need to do the third, the sequence has started She burst in and quickly brings her weapon up, the red dot of the laser dancing as it archs to fall on the first of the five guards. And that quick another red dot joins her's in the search for a target, falling onto one of the other's that lounge by the door. <English>
Chloe advises crisply, "You're in conditions by which fine wine and quality brandy is aged, gentlemen. IF you take a slow, deep breath and relax, I will walk you through this. The odds are INFANTLY more promising if you remain calm-and don't waste breath assurring me that you are because I can see better. I will buy you whatever spirits you gentlemen like soon as our job is done here. Now then- the path is approximately one point six meters about one hundred eight to one hundred fifteen degrees towards your right side, you should see some light...no-your other right, Mr...ahh. Yes. There it is. You will need to move the rock. I'd suggest from the top, from the bottom and..well, let's just do it from the top, shall we?" <English>
"All teams, move into position. Take out any guards, any personnel, anything that so much as twitches that isn't us - kill it dead," Calira says in a blunt tone of voice as she moves her team forward, dividing her team up to create choke points - just in case. "Jacy, bring you team up to link with mine, we'll move forward in tandem," she advises. "Cathcart, we're going to flush the guards in your direction. Be prepared to cut them down when they start to retreat. take some alive - if you can. Not a high priority," she adds, clarifying the order. Kill them all if need be. Simple as that. She holds position, waiting for Jacy's team to link with hers now that they're inside.
Meanwhile, the soldiers trapped in the rock strewn tunnel have no choice but to suck it up, calm down, and start moving rock. Which they do, to the accompaniment of a great deal of swearing and muttering. No one had mentioned that 'rock moving' as going to be on their mission outline. If they'd know it would be they'd have brought pick axes or maybe a shovel. One of the soldiers speaks into his comm: "We could lay some small charges and clear the bulk of the rubble with a shaped blast, Doc," is suggested.
Dakota's team takes down the guards that are holding down the fort in the armory that they've just discovered. A few well placed rounds and more bodies need to be moved. The armory is a impressive thing, full of enough ammo, gear, explosives and a ton more than any civilian should have been able to lay hands on. And, oddly enough, a ambulance. <English>
Jacy's team, led by the Lieutenant herself, vacate the security room. The dead guard is left on the floor, her dead gaze staring blindly into eternity, and the only movement left in the room is the cycling of the security camera images on the screen. Jacy moves across to rendezvous with Calira, nodding slightly as she brings her team alongside. "M'am." That's all the greeting Calira gets; Jacy is in her own personal zone, drifting through the compound like an angel of death.
Both Carlson and Dakota double tap their targets, shifting to the next as fast as they can. The last one left gets 4 shots in him before he finds the floor face down. The room is filled with pffts and the falling of bodies. Ten shots, 5 tango's down. She activates her comm even as she swaps out a clip for a fresh one "Team 3 is in the armory with enough explosives to bring the whole place down. There's an ambulance in her as well. Five tangos down." After a nod to Carlson she motions for the tec "See if there are any keys in that thing," as she points to said ambulance "and if not hotwire that thing, we may just need it. Carlson, get this place ready to blow. There is enough stuff here to bring down the whole house." The two men with her start to carry out her orders as Dakota goes to the door and peers out "Team three copies, send em on. We are ready for what ever comes our way." <English>
Chloe cups a long-fingered hand around the display of her smartcom before sighing and pulling out a plexi monitor she had with her for medical diagnostics but a few commands later it's showing an easier to view image from the feed of the soldier's helms, "Oh, this was a MARVLOUS idea." she mutters, wholly and blissfully distracted from killing beyond, "Oh...dear. Oh, my. Gentlemen in the tunnel? I see some light and some shifting. I need you to STOP. Stopping means stop moving rock you, with the tattoos on your knuckles. There we go. Standby..." She does some quick mental math for whatever reason, "One of you-not both-one should move rocks the size of your head or larger from the top, one at a time...you need to be VERY careful. Selection and pace are better. You should be able to squeeze through the opening in short order but you do NOT want to move any more than /absolutely/ neccessary. You will exit into a holding cell but I imagine that shouldn't alarm you all." <English>
Calira nods in return to Jacy as her team joins up with unit 1, "Lieutenant," is said quietly as Calira stands with the younger woman, watching the teams sort themselves out and continue forward. They make the stairs, taking out more guards along the way, but it's only when they reach the hallway where the children are being kept that they encounter genuine - organized - resistance. The guards up here are more than just foot soldiers, and the first one to spot the advancing Alliance soldiers calls out the alarm and weapons come up, men moving into place to lay down fire on the alliance personnel.
Within the room, the children are bound to chairs and mildly sedated, enough to keep each child quiet and manageable. The master of this unlovely house is watching the screens and realizes - to late - that his surveillance system is giving him nothing at ALL useful or relevant. He swears up a cloud of angry words - quite creative really - and starts shouting orders, sending more of his men out into the hallway while keying up the Cortex to send for further instructions.
"Why.. do they always think that fighting to the last man is the only damned option?" Calira wonders in a pensive tone of voice before she unslings one of the flash bang grenades from her belt, signals for both units to pull back, waiting while the men and women in both units shield their ears before she tosses the grenade into the hallway and hears the startled - - "OH SHIT!" before the grenade goes off with a flash of light and sound.
Dakota's team finds the doors to the Ambulance locked , of course, and one of her men is tasked with the time old skill of breaking/entering and the hotwiring. Who knew these skills would come in handy today. While they're working on this more guards continue to trickle toward the armory, clearly with the intent to arm- up and join the fire fight, only to find themselves facing unexpected visitors already in place to prevent this from happening.
The soldier with the tattoo's on his knuckles gives a quiet chuckle, one of those deep rumbles of amusement as he says, "Aye, doc, reading you five by five," and steps back so that his counterpart - the one with tattoos not so visible - starts moving rocks that are about the size of his head - and nothing larger than a bread box - away from the rock slide. The more rock he moves the more air starts to pour into the tunnel, the O2 reading steadily improving as he works. "Doc, did we read you correct? Holding Cell?" is asked by Tattoo-knuckles. "Life signs?" is asked immediately after. <English>
Jacy ducks into cover as the flashbang is hurled down the wall, and the moment it goes off her team rolls into action. Corporal Jenkins rolls out, tossing a smoke grenade and then laying down a withering suppressing fire down the corridor, as Jacy leads the remainder of her team - not down the corridor, but /across/ it. In what has to be a hastily decided action, Private Waterhouse slings his gun and laces his fingers together, forming a step, on which Jacy steps and is hoisted up by Waterhouse and the other PFC, Cooper, her legs rigid - hoisted up like a ruttin' cheerleader at a football game. The smoke from the grenade covers her as her fists smash a square of the drop-ceiling up and then, with her head in the ceiling-space, she brings her gun up. Lifting the next square of compressed fibreboard that bridges this room and the next, she slides her gun into the gap and fires on anyone that isn't an imprisoned child. <English>
The tech calls Dakota over after getting the Ambulance open. She frowns "Carlson, watch the door," she says as she makes her way over to the vehicle "Look, Ma-am, the whole thing is filled with explosives and wired. We ain't getting out in this thing. Lucky that I didn't set it off getting the damn thing open." The tech tells her. Dakota peers inside and with her basic understanding of explosives she sees that this is not to be used to escape. She goes back to the door with Carlson and mid way "Can we remote detonate it if need be?" The tech grins and nods "Easy as pie, ma-am," he replies. "Team three here. Seems the ambulance is filled with explosives and wired to a central detonator charge. My tech tells me we can set it up so that we can blow it at will." Dakota says into her comm unit as the sounds of figting drift down to where she is at. <English>
Chloe confirms in the same crisp tone, "That is correct, young man. Holding cell. Ah, anyone near the holding areas of this compound ought to refrain from high heat or any percussion explosions until these gentlemen are clear of their current predicament." she pauses and frowns, more heard than scene, "STand by." she hrrphs, "I see two adults, unable to determine their sex, both look to be in need of immediate medical treatment. Either of you ever intubated anyone before?" She exhales, "They'll be glad I added lube to all the field kits, I think." <English>
Inside the room the man in charge of this little aspect of the whole 'take of parliament' plot - that is to say, in charge of babysitting, is standing before a cortex screen waiting for a reply. The sound of the fibreboard being lifted out of place is lost in the sound of gunfire aso the round that Jacy fires into him takes the man by surprise. He spins around, firing blinding in return, his shot going wide and hitting the defenseless wall several times before his knees crumple beneath him and he staggers to the floor. He drops the gun, fingers going numb, and touches the blood that's bursting like evil flower blossoms on the front of his once nice white shirt. He stares at the blood on his fingertips before lowering his hand and tugging his PDA out of one pocket and, thick fingered, taps at the screen slowly before coughing. A blood bubble pops as he coughs, the cough itself a wet nasty sound full of blood that flecks his lips as he continues coughing. "We all die," he says in a voice gone hoarse before he slips to his side and collapses, hands twitching, feet thumping on the floor. The children are crying now, softly, to drugged to do more than that.
In the armory the tech examining the rigging of the explosive devices in the ambulance gives a startled sound followed by OH SHIT and a quick scramble backward, as the timers on all fo the devices suddenly blink to life. "I didn't do anything, I didnt' touch anything, what the hell?" is said, words tumbling out rapid pace as the counters begin to steadily tick downward, a ten minute count rapidly making it's way toward the wrong direction. The tech hastily joins the comm channel with, "Colonel, we have a problem," and backs up further. "The bombs in here are ticking down from ten minutes and there's no bloody way I'm going to get these defused in time, ma'am."
The soldiers that Chloe are guiding out of the darkness finally break through to the cell and find the door wide open, but the men inside so badly beaten that - even with freedom a few steps away - they are unable to break free from the ropes holding them to chairs and make for the exit. "Bomb? Did he say bomb?" the tattooed knuckled soldier says, a purely rhetorical question as he shoves forward into the room, helps his compatriot through the rabbit hole as well and spares only enough time to cut the prisoners free, haul them to their feet and make for the door at top speed. <English>
Jacy pumps one more round into the corpse on the floor, coldly vindictive, then holsters her sidearm. "Clear!" she calls out, "Let me go!" And then she's hauling herself up over the internal wall, dropping down into the cleared room, and running to the children. A small, wicked-looking butterfly knife is produced from her boot - very non-regulation - and used to slice through the ropes holding the children in place. She's relying on her team to clear the corridor outside - Corporal Jenkins in particular - as she confronts the oldest child. A light slap across the cheek to get his/her attention. "Listen to me." Her voice is harsh and cold. "You'll come with us and you'll do what we say, without question. Now bring your little sister, and stick by my side." Jacy is already turning to the smallest boy, hoisting him up over her shoulder. She keys her throat mike, "Objective secured. Get us the hell out of here, Colonel!" <English>
"Bloody hell," exclaims Dakota after she gets back to the ambulance and sees the timers counting. "Get out! Now!" She yells and begins to hedd out herself, only pausing to make sure her men are getting clear. "Colonel, we have to get out of here now! The whold place is gonna blow." Just then one of the few remaining guards comes into view and she quickly brings her weapon up, a soft pft and a spray of blood as he falls to the floor. <English>
Chloe adds, "Gentle is not what the occasion calls for, Jacy has the correct thought, activating the fight or flight adrenal response for those of you with your hands too full to carry them. Odd, if it's set to blow whyever are they trying to defend what they're trying to blow up? Someone will have to explain this to me because I am now thoroughly confused on the cause of the exchanged gunfire. After I triage the patients, perhaps..." she muses, obviously niave enough to think anyone's going to sit down and explain any of this to her. <English>
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