Wraith, before the fight
Log Title: Wraith almost becomes a Ghost
Characters: Concealer, Crimson Asp, Cypher, Wraith. Various Emits by Cypher and Wraith
Location: NASA Goddard Space Flight Center: Greenbelt, Maryland
Date: 1/21/2022
TP: SCALES TP
Summary: Wraith is visiting NASA, to learn about a New Communications System, when Cobra attacks to steal the tech for themselves.
As logged by Cypher
- LOG BEGINS***
A Cobra Rage is idling a few miles from a Top Secret facility. Cypher turns to her passenger, "Welcome to NASA Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland. Inside, is a research project, about Laser Based Communications. Cobra Commander and Baroness want me to get this tech, and adapt it to use for Cobra." She smiles, behind her helmet, but her lips are visible, "It has wonderful implications for advanced communications, across great distances, as there is a potential to allow for light speed transmi....." She trails of, and shrugs, "But I suppose all you need to know, is the plan, right?"
Crimson Asp would glance up at Cypher, "Yes. All that rocket fuel will burn so prettily.." She would take a moment to look ever so fondly and happily. "Whatever you need me to do Commander." She's just happy she's getting to destroy er.. Steal anything. "I can make sure that there's nothing left for them to use to try and remake it.."
Cypher nods, "On the way out, you can burn it to the ground, but at first, all I need you to do is handle whatever Security forces they may have. I will be able to open any of the Security vaults, and we can gather up any Tech examples, and Computer files, they may have on the project. It's codename is Starlight Starbright..." She shrugs, "While the center is Top Secret, they use that to keep security low. No one is supposed to know what goes on inside, wo we should only encounter the standard NASA Security teams, and only some of them will be armed. We will want to see if we can find Dr. Garmin, she is in charge of the Project, and could also be a good source of information."
Crimson Asp would nod over at Cypher, "Yes Ma'am." This was the sort of thing that she could do, even if her personal predilections were a lot more towards just demolitions. But she could handle assassinations. Even if they were a little more covert. "Understood. Will there be any issues inside like communications jamming we might have to deal with or any higher end defensive measures that might get in the way?"
"Unlikely." Cypher says, "Mostly because NASA's budget is shoestring since the Shuttle Program shut down. Most of their funding is being rerouted to Space Force." She shrugs, "They may have some communications jamming, but they are unlikely to use it, as they will want to be able to send a radio call for assistance." From her shoulder, a beam of light shoots out, and between the two is a holographic, three dimensional mock up of the facility. "We can either have you sneak in, or I crash through the front gate, and into the main building, this Rage can do both. Once inside, I will secure the lobby, while you clear a path to the Research Lab. Three levels down from the Lobby."
Inside the Goddard Flight Center, is a member of G.I. Joe, trying to get more information on Space Station requirements, and also, get a sneak peek (So to speak), on the newest Communications Tests. Wraith is here, as the newest member of Star Brigade, and her project is being considered as a test bed for the Laser Communications. She is listening to Dr. Garmin present the project, and she is paying close attention.
Crimson Asp would nod at Cypher for a moment in consideration, "Probably best for me to go in first and do stealth. Rage can be the backup if reinforcements arrive or there are heavier defenses inside." The mission comes first, after all. And that means that she can blow everything up later if Rage hasn't gotten to it. But she doesn't want to have Baroness shoot her for having ruined things. "I trust you to get down to the targeted area once security is cleared or if necessary have a secondary breach made." She would give a sinister looking nod while readying her weapons.
Cypher nods, ever so slightly. While she can handle herself in the field, she doesn't like to. She prefers being nice and safe, some distance away, calling out orders from a Command Element, to the grunts on the ground. "Very well. Keep me apprised of your location in the facility, and I will talk you through any changes that need to be made to your path."
Crimson Asp would go to take her fingers up to her comm, "Yes Ma'am." Then she's going over towards the building. Cautiously, sweeping ahead for signs of security. One hand going to have a large knife in it, a pouch at her hips with a security decryptor. In the event she can't find a keycard or electronic bypass, it gives her a backup option for trying to get past the outside security. She's making her way inside, going along to try and find an easy access point. If there are any late night personnel around, she would move to try and quickly bypass them.. Unless she saw one with an ID tag on the chest and no one around them.
At the main gate, the one, very bored, Security Officer, who has such a badge around his neck, is dozing, while also trying to watch the security feeds, and also, some movie on his iPad.
Security Officer is first target. Presuming no one else is around, Crimson Asp would watch at him.. Then try and sneak up behind him. Presuming she could without being noticed, she would take out her knife.. And go to try to slit his through silently and with a minimum of blood.
Throat slit, security card nabbed, and then the guard's body shoved into a janitor closet. A quick sweep of a rag used to wipe up the most obvious of the blood. Quick scan of the security monitors, then a small data tap put into the console for Cypher to use to monitor cameras. Then, ID card in tow she would dance along through security, going to then use the card to pop her way in a side entrance, moving quietly towards the target location, staying low and voiding personnel
The lobby is empty, this time of night. There is barely anyone in the area. A security guard is at the main receptionist's desk, sitting there, talking on the phone with someone. "Yes, a Large Pizza with Pineapple and Banana Peppers. What is so strange about that? Yes, Deliver to Johnson, at Goddard Flight Center. I'll have the main gate buzz you in. No, this is not a prank.... Sheesh." He finally hangs up the phone, and begins to slowly walk towards his radio.
Cypher frowns, as the security feeds flicker on, and she mentions in her comms, directly to Crimson Asp, "The guard in the lobby is moving towards his radio. He is going to call the main gate to let them know a pizza is being delivered... if he calls, and gets no response... we might have issues."
Dr. Garmin and Wraith are in the main research lab, but are moving towards the door. The Dr. begins to speak, "So, Major, what do you think? Think the range is long enough for you to use it to communicate, at least with line of sight, from your base to the Space Station you mentioned?"
Wraith looks thoughtful, as she holds the door open for the Dr. "It should work, but I was also wondering how long a message sent with it, would take to get to... Say the planet Cybertron, or... maybe Nebulos?"
Crimson Asp would take a moment and consider.. "Spoof the number of the gate. Have them pass along that the gate is stuck on something and whomever handles late night maintenance is of course somewhere across the area. So they're going to fiddle with it themselves to try and get it open and if not they'll just drive on out to get the pizza." Short staffed and something breaking would hopefully be pretty easy to accept and give them an extra window of delay.
Then she's going in to sweep along, and is able to poke her head around to the main research lab and would hear voices <<Picking up the target. I think he has an escort with him. Perhaps another research assistant or engineer? I can' tell.>> She would go to debate what to do and how to get the two out of there.. Then pick up 'Cybertron' and 'Nebulos' and 'message'. <<What's a Nebulos?>>
Cypher does as her operative suggests, and contacts the main lobby guard with a message about the gate being stuck.
The guard accepts this, and mutters, "My Pizza better be hot when it gets here." With that, he moves back to the desk, and sits down. He is listening to a ball game on his radio, and he stands up and cheers, "Yes, take that New York! My Celtics are taking you down!"
Cypher frowns, and than shrugs, "Take out the escort. Keep that Dr. Alive!"
Crimson Asp would tap at her comm tab with one click over to indicate she understood. <<Shut down the alarm system if you can. Just in case I'm not lucky I don't want someone sprinting and pulling something.>> She would give Cypher a moment to state whether she could do that.. Then she would go to silently maneuver if possible to try and get in behind the door. Then slowly grinning. Rapping on the outside and calling out in a somewhat higher pitched voice than normal, "Hey, we're doing a coffee run! I have some with me if you want to come out and grab some."
The Dr. nods, "I see... Long range.... Well, it travels at the speed of light, so the laser would reach Cybertron many years after the signal was sent... unless you bounced the laser through a couple of relays, on either side of a potential Warp Gate."
Wraith nods, and looks thoughtful. She follows the Dr. Out the door, and than turns to shake his hand, "Thanks for the briefing Doc. I am sure my bosses will be in touch, if they decide to use this project..." She hears the voice, and frowns, "Doctor? I thought you said all your staff had gone home for the night? Only Security and yourself on site..."
The Dr. looks around, "I... I don't know...."
Cypher does as Crimson Asp suggests, and is able to hack into the alarm system, using her feed into the Security Cameras. "Alarms disabled."
Well, it's close enough for her. Going to move out of concealment quickly while Wraith's attention was just a little bit elsewhere, Crimson Asp's tongue would go to hit her commlink <<Engaging.>> Then she would go to pop through and move to try and pop at Wraith with a couple of quick shots from her pistol from the side in ambush.
>> Crimson Asp misses Wraith with Rifle <Low>. <<
Something made Wraith feel like there was danger. Maybe a sound, but she is able to move sideways, into the Dr., just fast enough to push them both back through the door. She reaches for her radio, and screams out, "Someone is attacking the Goddard Flight Center.... Need backup!" She is also clawing for a pistol, holstered on the front of her flight suit.
Crimson Asp would tick her tongue along to her commpiece, giving a warning <<Joe present. Possibly others as well>> Then she's going in to try and engage Wraith at close range, going to try and use the side of her pistol to bash the other girl in the side of the face before she could draw her own weapon!
>> Crimson Asp strikes Wraith with Roundhouse. <<
Cypher carefully monitors the Security feeds, for any movement of security. She frowns as the Lobby Security Officer listens to something, as bullets are fired. "Security moving from Lobby towards the Elevator...." She revs up the Engine in the Rage, "Moving to intercept." The Rage screams forward, through the gate, and soon, crashes into the Main Lobby, through the glass wall. As soon as it does, the Gatling Cannon on the front rips through the lobby, killing the security guard, instantly. "Lobby Secure."
A Beretta M9 flies from Wraith's hand, as she is bashed in the head. She lets out a soft cry of pain, and blood begins to trickle down her cheek, from the cut opened in her temple. She shakes her head clear, and pushes herself to her feet, "Rude...." she mutters, as she is bringing one foot up and around, spinning at the same time, to gain force for her roundhouse kick to Crimson Asp's face.
>> Wraith misses Crimson Asp with Roundhouse. <<
Moving to take a small step back as Wraith would attack her, there's a pop as Crimson Asp would use the extra distance to take up her pistol again. "If you think this is rude, let me go ahead and show you what me not being nice is." Going to pop up with her pistol, going to fire three quick shots aiming for Wraith's center of mass at close range!
>> Crimson Asp strikes Wraith with Rifle <Low>. <<
The three bullets impact on the armor Wraith wears under her flight suit, just a tight weaved bullet resistant shirt and pants, but they do penetrate. She falls to the ground, lucky enough to fall next to her pistol. She picks it up, and fires quickly at her opponent, with one hand, while the other is pressing on the bullet wound that is bleeding the most.
>> Wraith misses Crimson Asp with Beretta <Medium>. <<
Cypher continues to monitor the Security feed, "I did pick up a message on one of the Joe Frequencies, but nothing else. Your primary target is in that room, and your secondary target is headed right up the elevator, in my direction. I will capture the Dr."
Now she's at the point where at close range she risks being hit worse. So she has to get a bit rougher. Going to try and charge in, going to switch to her knife once more as shots would go up, a couple hitting her Kevlar plates but just slowing her thanks to the bad angle.. She would go to set her shoulder down low and try to just slam it right into the center of Wraith's body before she could really <<Understood. Will take out the Joe and then go to primary objective>>
>> Crimson Asp misses Wraith with Bash. <<
Wraith is able to roll away from the shoulder being lowered at her. She tries to return the favor of the head wound, by swinging her gun hand down towards Asp's head, hard.
>> Wraith strikes Crimson Asp with Bash. <<
WHAM! Crimson Asp's head is full of stars from the blow. Even as she would go to swing her leg up and over, trying to hit the inside of Wraith's knee with intent to try and snap it like a twig if possible to immobilize her!
>> Crimson Asp misses Wraith with Bash. <<
Wraith is able to get her knee out of the path of the kick, and she tries to back away from Crimson Asp, but she is only retreating into the Lab. She glances for another exit, but sees none. So she brings her pistol up, tries to aim carefully, and fires two more rounds, aimed at center mass of Asp.
>> Wraith strikes Crimson Asp with Pistol <Medium>. <<
Cypher frowns, and mutters, into the radio, "Stop playing with your target. Reinforcements could be here anytime. Take her down!"
The pistol doesn't hurt her much; shots going into the Kevlar plates of her chest. But it's still bruising her ribs. Going to take a few steps back, Crimson Asp goes to try and take out her pistol to make a feint as if she were going to try and take snap shot.. Instead going to try and flip a grenade towards Wraith! <<Noted. I'll be done with her within ninety seconds>> Which was still a lifetime in a fight..
>> Crimson Asp critically strikes Wraith with Grenade <Medium>! <<
Wraith is overcome by injuries, losing consciousness.
"It would be nice if someone showed..." is spoken by the Joe Pilot, just before the grenade explodes in front of her. Luckily, her armor catches most of it, but she is thrown against the wall, and her legs and arms are peppered with shrapnel. She hits her head, hard, against the wall, and crashes to the floor. She is unmoving, except for breathing.
Cypher steps out of the Rage, as the elevator door opens. She brings up a rifle, oddly shaped, with what appears to me a transmitter of some kind on the end. She levels it at Dr. Garmin, "Nice of you to join us." The Dr. Surrenders, and she cuffs him, and shoves him into the back of the Rage. "Dr. Garmin secure. Loot any computers, files, and prototypes in that Lab..."
Crimson Asp would glace over at the Joe, considering for a moment whether to shoot her and finish her off.. But no, no time. <<Joe neutralized. Do you wish the secondary target rendered unconscious or left mobile for retrieval?>> Moving to ready to bash the professor on the back fo the head if told to.
Then as the others would come up she would give a nod. "Yes Ma'am." She would go to then slide her way into the main facilities. Going to rapidly start to tag anything that looked useful. Equipment, electronics, prototypes.. Most of which would be beyond her. Moving to pile up some hard drives, then going to stick in a small flash drive with an automatic hack, decrypt, and download program in it to whatever she could find.. Grab now, decrypt and prioritize later. Now was just the five minutes she estimated they had to tag as much as they could useful to take away and then withdraw.
Things being nabbed and sorted by usefulness and her best technical evaluations, then as the download is continuing Crimson Asp is going to setup a second flash drive that will kick in and power up once the time period is over for the rapid search. <<Setting system virus for auto-timer in six minutes. If you wish delay before upload and activation, state so>> The trigger and abort tag are both within Cypher's data taps after all. Then she's going around to start placing explosives. And.. Getting a dolly cart setup to haul things out with them. Because laziness.
Going to start to put demo charges about the area. Sure, with everything in the cloud it wasn't going to do -much- and there were probably still backups of the data off-site even with the virus.. But still, there was the -principle- of the thing.
<<If the Joes are coming then tell them that we have everyone in the lobby trussed up and with Over Kill standing over them with a shotgun more than happy to show them what he's good at>> Everyone in the lobby -is- dead or neutralized but without any sort of security access the Joes wouldn't know that.. And they'd have to scramble to figure out how to deal with a large scale hostage situation with the forces they had on hand in the area which would slow down their response.
Cypher sits back in the Rage, and monitors all security and radio feeds she can. "No indication the Joes are coming. Maybe the signal was unable to penetrate the shielding on the building, or they had no one close." She turns to look at the Doctor, and she smiles, "I think Mindbender will have fun making you work for us."
In the basement somewhere, the Mainframe Computer whirls to life, as it detects unauthorized computer access. Everything on the Mainframe is sent to NASA Headquarters, in Houston, Texas, and than the Mainframe reformats itself.
With the programs set in to download and then upload, Crimson Asp is finishing with setting the explosives up and nabbing anything else that would be of immediate use in the five minutes she's given herself to sweep through the facility to find anything. Then she's going to load it up and over onto the dolly, and with one final sweep around the area with seventeen seconds left on her personal timer, she's going to leave.
A soft groan comes from the corner of the room, where the Joe Pilot has been laying collapsed. She might just be starting to wake up. Maybe. More likely, she is starting to feel the pain, and it is making her brain try to wake her up. Still no moment, however.
Crimson Asp would give a jog and hauling her load along with her, Crimson Asp would call out <<Withdrawing, explosives set and ready for detonation, taking prioritized materials with me>>
"Excellent work, Crimson Asp." Cypher says, while still monitoring the radio, "The Joes seem to be 10 minutes out. How much can you get loaded in that amount of time?"
Crimson Asp would shrug in thought "I Hve one cart full of thigns. I think I can make it to pickup in.." Doing math in her head at her current speed and location fo extraction.. "Five minutes, thirty five seconds if not intercepted. I did not notice anything specifically that stood out or mentioned in the briefing so gathered what looked important."
Cypher notes, "Copy that. The Elevator is waiting on your level. Take it straight to the Lobby. We'll load up, and get out of here, before the Joe Rescue team arrives on scene."
Crimson Asp is going to take the elevator when it's there. Then as she does so it starts playing elevator music. Something horrid, semi classical, and set to holiday themes. Worse, Valentines Day. There's a pained expression on Crimson Asp's face as she would take out her pistol and shoot the loudspeaker. Much better.
All alone in the lab, Wraith's eyes start to open. She groans, as she looks around. She begins to pull herself towards the door, while calling into her radio, "Where is that backup?"
Cypher just waits for the elevator, and as soon as it opens, she calls out, "That Joe is still alive down there. She called for more backup. It is time to leave."
Crimson Asp would grunt, "Forgive me. I presumed that she was incapacitated and I was on a timeframe." She would pull the cart along with her. "Detonate the explosives' when we're on our way out and give them a distraction."
Cypher frowns, "A Joe Apache is in the area. Not sure how it got here so fast." She nods slightly, "Load it, and lets get out of here." She hops into the Cobra Rage and starts the engine. She is watching something on her helmet visor, and nods, "We still have time... barely."
Crimson Asp would shrug, "It could have been on patrol. No matter, it won't have the speed or firepower to sweep the entire area. And jam the transmissions. That will make it harder for them to coordinate with anyone onsite and means they have to sweep it with ground forces to secure the area." She would go tp pull her equipment up and move to load it as requested! Personally irritated at the backlash to her meticulously planed out timetable. Ah well, this is why one had margins of error. Never expect the enemy to be so lovely as to do exactly what was expected.
"Meg.... Meg... Meggan?" Wraith murmurs into her radio. "Get... Clear... they.... planted... boooms...." She is most of the way across the floor of the lab, and than it is a short crawl to an elevator. She will make it before the bomb goes off. She will. She closes her eyes, and whispers to herself, "You have to make it.... For Seymour... for Meggan...."
The Cobra Rage revs, and it seems Cypher is a little impatient, but not impatient enough to get her hands dirty with assisting the loading. She idly taps the steering wheel of the Asp, and watches the security feeds. "It is close, but it is not flying very well. Seems a rookie might be behind the stick..." She smiles, and glances at the cargo again, "Too bad, Dr. Garmin. It looks like you will not get that last second rescue you have been praying for."
Crimson Asp would go over to the gunner's position within the Rage once she was loaded in, going to click up to the portable launchers within it and move to load up an SAM. "Radar is on standby." Then she would go over to get out a MANPADS and pop it up and over her shoulder and ready to pop out of the turret with it up and loaded while grinning madly.
Finally, Wraith reaches the door, and is able to pull herself through it. If her legs would support her, this would be faster. She keys her radio again, and this time sends a private message out into Space. And she also sends a general message to the Joe channel, "Calm... down... con...cea...lear..." She continues to try to move towards the elevator.
AH-64 Apache #879> Concealer tries to adjust the helicopter based on the flight simulations and very, very limited knowledge she has to try and arrive. She was in such a worry that the Greenshirt who is certified as a pilot that was supposed to help her is still on base. Yes, Meggan is not a perfect pilot at this time of the day. She tries to address her anxiety while talking a mile a minute in gibberish. The whirlybird hovers nearby as the pilot struggles to figure out how to land and where to land should she arrive.
The Cobra Rage leaps out of the lobby, back through the smashed glass window, and races for the far end of the fenceline, at a full 100 miles per hour. The Ram is up, and it is obvious Cypher is planning to break through the security fencing, to make their escape. The Rage storms off into the night, headed for a secret Cobra base!
Her own part in the mission done, with minor injuries to herself, Crimson Asp is just looking out the turret now as they withdraw towards the secret Cobra Base, sitting in the passenger seat of the Cobra Rage while humming.
In a fit of spite, anger, and bloodthirstiness, Cypher says, "Blow the charges!"
Crimson Asp would go to take a moment to cackle, "As you wish." Then she would start humming the main theme to the 1812 Overture and PRESS THE RED BUTTON with a flourish.
Wraith makes it to the elevator, and one is luckily enough, on her level, and the doors open immediately. She pulls herself inside, and is able to push the button for the main level. Just as the Elevator clears the lab level, the explosions come, rocking the building. Huge fireballs destroy the level, but the Elevator is not damaged, and continues to rise.
The building seems to be engulfed in flames, as fireballs shoot out of open elevator shafts, and ventalation ducts. Soon a second, larger explosion hits, and it is from outside the building. A Large Oxygen tank explodes, and takes out half of the jets on the small runway that serves the NASA Facilities.
The Apache attempts a landing that only Launchpad McQuack would be proud of. Concealer stumbles out of the helicopter and brandishes a combat shotgun and a duffle bag of her own explosives. She seems more sure of herself now that she is on actual soil. "Each choice changes everything. Trust me, I know what I'm doing." She begins to try and look for where Wraith is as she looks at the potential destruction around her. Her helmet reflects the the fire dancing around her. She then takes quick cover when the second explosion goes off but she decides to press on.
There's a very happy look on the face of Crimson Asp as things would explode off in the distance. If Cypher wasn't creeped out before, Asp would be sniffing proudly an wiping away a tear over at her own handiwork.
Cypher doesn't even bother to look at Asp, as she drives for Broca Beach. She does, however, add, "Good Job. I will inform the Baroness how much assistance you were."
Wraith makes it to the lobby, and out of the elevator, but no further. There are flames all over the outside of the buidling, and Wraith is unsure where she should go. "Trapped... in lobby... Fire.... all around..."
Crimson Asp would sniff, "Yes, so long as there are demolitions and blood involved I'm good for assignments." Some Cobra personnel wanted assassinations. Some wanted to cause carnage. Some just wanted to see the world burn.
The heat and smoke get to Wraith, and she starts to cough. She looks around, and tries to find a safe way out, and can only go two ways. Out the way the Rage did, or back down the elevator. She is going to try and get out of the building... She is crawling through water falling from the ceiling, and over glass, cutting her arms up even more. She is trailing a lot of blood behind her, and she makes it to the edge of the glass wall, where she passes out again.
There's some rubble and debris between Concealer and the lobby. All kind of rubble and human remains apparently. She's never been this close to a real scenario. She exhales drops her duffle bag and shotgun but then proceeds to pull out an ax from the duffle bag. "Got to break through..." She tries to get to into the lobby to recover Heather. or what's left of her.
Heather just lays with her head resting against the way to freedom. However, she is back in a state of being passed out.
In the distance, the sounds of at least three G.I. Joe Tomahawks can be heard.
Frantically, Meggan tries to find Wraith almost to no avail but eventually, she spots the trail of blood. "Please, please be something." She finds Heather's body. Limp and lifeless but she tries to check for a pulse. She then attempts to start field medic triage to stabilize her best friend.
The pulse is weak, but there. Most of the cuts on Wraith's body seem superficial. Except for a few deep shrapnel wounds in her arms and legs, and three bullet holes in her chest. It is truly amazing she was able to pull herself out of the lab, and all the way to where she is. Softly, she says, "I am a Major... Meggan. Not a Captain." She coughs a little, after she speaks, and her eyes are wide, with pain. "Help.... Help me stand? The building... could collapse. Not letting you die here...."
"Christ, you're not standing. And I am not letting you die here either." responds Meggan as she exhales deeply into her helmet. She never thought she'd be weepy eyed while wearing the gear. She tries to carefully carry her Major. "Wraith, we must be in space because I swear you weight only like twenty pounds right now." She tries to make a joke while carrying her friend out of the lobby. I'm going to get you out of here and we're going to David's Bridal next week. See, everything is going to be alright. And Hamburger Mary Tuesdays."
Wraith's eyes lock on Meggan, as she is carried out, and she says softly, "Meggan... I've lost a... lot of blood..." Her eyes flutter, and again, she passes out. It is only briefly, but she is very pale.
Fortunately, EMS seems to be slowly dripping in but still they are here. Meggan tries to hold Heather as close to her as possible and keep her head raised to help with the blood flow. "I need a medic, we have a soldier down!" She holds Heather in her arms until some EMTs can get her properly on a stretcher.
Sure, the EMT's look at Heather, but the Tomahawks have landed, and out steps a team of G.I. Joe Medics and actual Doctors. They make a beeline for Meggan and Heather, and they push the EMTs out of the way. This is one of their own, and they will not lose one of their own. The leader looks at Meggan, and asks, "What's the situation? Any hostiles still around?
Wraith is quickly stabilized with Blood and Saline, via I.V.'s and she is loaded onto one of the Tomahawks, "Concealer!" one of the medics call, "If you want to ride back with the Major, now is the best time to leave! We have to get her to surgery!"
Concealer takes her helmet off and nods to the medics. "I am going along, yes."
- LOG ENDS***