But I'll Take What I Want

[redhavoc]

*My neck feels like it's been blown apart as I feel myself get picked up again. It doesn't matter, I see the desert sunset. Somebody keeps the towel behind my head and somehow I know I'm still bleeding. I'm lightheaded enough that Arson appears to me like an angel would. I want to smile at her and the killjoy carrying me, tell them how grateful I am, but the muscles don't respond well. I watch through the haze of pain as if I am watching a movie*

[twistedpoison]

I know Arson, im doing my best, but we need to get outta here. NOW. *walking rather fast back to the manhole we came in at, trying to keep speed with Arson and Jump.* who has my stuff?? i need my radio, i have an idea for getting red out safe and clear

[Bullet Ringer]

Okay what´s the noisest thing we can do? *I look at the screen, fire on top floor, chemical outbreak, flood, Killjoys, etc. I then notice another feed.* Woah, woah, woah. *I point to the screen* They're leaving, with Red? Where's Retro? Anyway we better make some noise we gotta catch up to them. Like now let's go!. *Blackie pulls the memory card out of the computer and sets the alarms of, sending a lot of the Dracs to the top floor.* Masks up, boots tight, gun close, let's move. *At this point silence is out the window, we opened the door and legged it.*

[Glass~Vendetta]

*I bite my lip.* The garage is too risky. Let's go.
*Bullet sort of takes the lead. I feel like such a liability with my side. I ignore everything else but getting out. I see a few Drags racing to the tower as we approached the elevator.*

[Blackout]

We need to move fast, they'll be swarming the floors in a matter of minutes, and pretty sure none of us want to be here when it happens. *we pile back into the elevator and the doors close as a few dracs run into the hallway. I look at the floor indicator and notice a lot of floors where the elevator would stop, then I get an idea. I go over to the keypad and jam my thumbs into the buttons to close the door and the basement level* hopefully, this'll bypass all the other floors and take us straight down without running into any dracs

[petroleumblaster]

*I take hold of Glass again when I see her struggling. The elevator ride goes by at a snail's pace, or at least that what it feels like as we ready ourselves for whatever may be waiting for us at the basement level*

[Renegade]

*I glance sideways at the girl Twisted is carrying. She looks horrible, how could BL do that to someone? She looks like she'd been through alot and would certainly have died if she stayed in that lab any longer. I shake my head and wince as the pain in my side comes back. During the fight and getting out of the lab I ignored it, but know it hurts badly. I hand the map to Gear and I look down and the bleeding has slowed, my shirt matted with red.* Here, take the map, go on I'll catch up. * I give him a slight smile and I slow down. Letting the others pass before digging in my pocket and take out the capsule of pills, making sure no one is watching I take three, hopping the pain goes away quickly before slowly making my way back toward the group*

[Funhouse Gear]

Got it here, Twisted. *I hand him his radio as we get to the manhole; Arson takes some of Red's weight so Twisted has an arm free. Alarms start sounding faintly above us and I glance up at the ceiling. Hopefully those aren't for us... I don't like to think Retro might have already set someone on us. I look around when I belatedly hear Renegade, but he's already catching back up to us* That's a lot of blood, man. Can you make it through the sewers all right?

(Let's not actually go down until the others have a chance to catch up to us)

[Cynical Paranoia]

-Giving up on the door, Cyn dashed back down the hallway, hearing voices being carried up the elevator shaft. Hitting the button, she readjusted her grip on the gun as she waited for the doors to open, the alarms putting her on edge-

[twistedpoison]

*I grab my radio* CYN, where u at i need your bike!!! We gotta get Red out of here!!!

[Cynical Paranoia]

-Hearing her radio, she scrambles to grab it- Twisted? I'm waiting for an elevator. Not entirely sure what floor I'm on. Trying to get to the ground floor. And my bike? Well... Okay, but I'll need it back asap..

[Arson Anthem]

*I frown, confused by Twisted's transmission, but don't take my eyes off Red. Every now and then her eyes go unfocused, and I have to lightly tap her face to get her to look back at me* What will a bike do, Twisted? If we can get through the sewers okay we'll have the van, which will be a lot easier on Red.

(Please edit your post for caps and spelling, Twisted. Thanks!)

[Blackout]

*we finally hit the basement floor and we tumble out of the elevator. We had back over to the manhole and I stop when I see a group of people near the manhole. I recognize two of them easily* Arson! Gear! It's good to see you guys again, last time I heard from you two you were calling for help after the one food raid.

[Cynical Paranoia]

-The elevator doors swoosh open and she steps in quickly, waiting for the elevator to make its way to the basement. She was nervous with each passing moment, hating to waste precious time. Finally, after what seemed like ages the doors slid open again and she levelled her gun at the opening before lowering it again, seeing the coast was clear. As she reached the manhole, Cyn saw a gaggle of Killjoys, some of them injured.- Twisted?! -she exclaimed seeing her old friend as she approached the group, her voice muffled by the gas mask she still wore-

[jumpstart]

*I see that Twisted and Arson are looking after Red, so I move back to look at Renegade. I lift his bloody torn shirt up, despite his protests, and check the wound* I can stitch this up when we get back, but for now...

*I quickly take out some gauze strips, rolling one up as a pad to try and stop the blood and wrapping the other around his torso* Tell me if it slips or starts to bleed through and we'll replace it. Do you feel lightheaded?