More Equal Than Some

[Rachel Mahoney]

*i crash to the ground but quickly spring back onto my feet and bring the but of my gun into the back of the killjoys neck* here's hoping you don't wake up for a while

[Blackout]

*my legs fold underneath me and my eyes roll up as I hit the ground and pass out again. The last thing I think is how much Tes and Ace will kill me when they hear I got caught, again*

[Angeline Pacis]

Well, she's down for the count. *I sort of crawl on my elbows over to the leader Killjoy and poke her with one of my guns. Nope, not moving.* Do you think you could get both of them out of the way, maybe? I can't exactly lift that guy right now. Hell, I can barely lift myself. *I laugh wryly, gesturing to the scorch marks in my nice white pants. I liked those.* No hurry or anything, though. I could keep watch over them, hit them if they start trying to wake up. *I'm perplexed as to how bashing the Killjoys with my gun is so immensely satisfied. I guess it gets the anger that I shouldn't have out of my system. I really need some pills....*

[Bullet Ringer]

*I'm gone and I'm not waking up for a while, it's quite wierd how I know I'm knocked out, I guess learning how to lucid dream finally came in handy, kinda. I remember a trick, closing your eyes and opening them in a dream usually wakes you up, nope nothing. My body dosn't have the strength to wake up, at all. I just hope the others made it out in time.*

[Neon Sky]

*I see Glass limp outside and I call her over, once she jumps in I ask about Blackie and Bullet, she just shakes her head, there's nothing we can do to help them right now. I speed of down the street heading for the first exit, I still have Blackies radio and send a message to Tes, Ace and Cyn*

*Rb* Guys we need to leave now! Head for the same exit we came in through and we'll see you on the other side.

*I won't tell them about Bullet and Blackie yet...*

((Switching to Give 'Em Hell Killjoys ))

[Amy Grey]

*I run over to Pacis and help her of the ground, throwing her shoulder around me.* Come on let's get you to the hospital wing, the others can sort out these two. *I motion to the Killjoys passed out on the floor, what motivates them to do these things?*

[Rachel Mahoney]

*i holster my gun and swiftly bind the killjoys' hands. One of y coworkers help me pick up the girl while others take care of the guy.* We'll take her to the hospital wing first, no point in trying to make her part of BLI if she dies of blood loss first

[Angeline Pacis]

Thank you, Miss Grey. *I wince as most of my weight is put onto my legs. The things have suddenly decided to turn into useless lumps of flesh, and it's all I can do to move them so that I'm not too much of a burden. I catch Grey looking at the Killjoys with a confused look on her face.* I know what you're thinking, and I don't know the answer. No one does. It's thouroughly illogical, why they not only decide not to live a safe life, but also to make it even less safe by attacking our cities. I was captured by a group of them once. They nursed me back to health after putting a knife in my hand, as counterintuitive as that is. I was confused then, but they explained that it had something to do with freedom. The freedom to choose how you wanted to live, or something like that. I tried to tell them that we have that here, but they were too stupid to understand. I guess they just like living like wild animals and doing stupid things like this. I suppose it's how they get their thrills. Not something productive like the training we do here, but pointless suicide attacks. And hell, at least it gets us some new employees. *I force a slight smile as we get into an elevator. I look at the passcard thing and almost snicker. I can barely remember why.*

[Amy Grey]

*I notice how she's struggling to walk and force most of her weight on me, it dosn't bother me as I didn't get hurt at all, besides a couple of small cuts.* I almost feel sorry for them, if only they could understand life within the City... She called me her sister... Is that normal? Do Killjoys force themselves to belive impossible things like that? I bet it's the heat mixed with the radiation. *I try not to let it bother me to much, it just freaked me out. I need to re-supply on pills aswell.*

[Angeline Pacis]

You two did look sort of similar. I don't know. I guess some family trees just have branches that need pruning...or burning.... It could always be a coincidence, or something that she deluded herself into believing. Don't dwell too much on it. Once, a group of Killjoys we were capturing seemed to know me. They thought I was a Killjoy too, if you can believe it. I must have looked a bit like one of them, which is a bit repulsive, but certainly useful. If I ever need to do undercover work, it should be a bit easier. *As soon as we're moving upwards, I let go of Grey's shoulder and sink wearily to the floor. My legs hurt.*

[Amy Grey]

Hopefully we'll be getting some undercover jobs than. *She let's go of me and slides to the floor a start to panic but relax when a nurse walks past heading towards the hospital wing.* Excuse me Miss, could you bring me a wheel chair? *She looks at me then down at Pacis and instantly nods and speeds off. I sit myself down in front of Her cross legged.* I'd hate to think I have a relative living in those conditions. Tell me more about those Killjoys you mentioned before, today was the first time I'd actually seen Killjoys, well since I woke up here... I don't remember anything from before.

[Angeline Pacis]

You know, I could have tried to walk. I'd prefer that to being wheeled around like an invalid.... *I sigh as it becomes obvious that the nurse isn't going to stop.* Honestly, I don't want to think about it. The raids are always so quick that I can barely get the details of them all, and I'd rather forget that week I spent out in the desert. They don't even have showers out there. Or much food. Or regular sleeping cycles, or any concept of the terms "personal space" and "restraint", or hygiene, or any sort of medication.... *I trail off and sigh, feeling a bit dirty again.* And you're always afraid they're going to kill you if you so much as close your eyes for a second. I took short naps when they were asleep, but didn't get much actual rest. Don't turn your back on a Killjoy, or he'll stab it. Basically...if you did have anything before, it's altogether much less painful to forget it. *This I know from experience. I have a few fuzzy, jagged-edged memories from before I woke up in the white room, but they're not memories I want. They're full of blanks and empty of faces, but they hurt like a knife to the brain everytime I try to think about them and I just wish they would stop existing.*

[Zachary Knight]

*As I watch, the Killjoys' car rockets back out to the Zones, plowing through the checkpoint that they bashed their way through before. I don't understand how they broke through all the new reinforcements, but that doesn't matter now. We have two new captive and none of our employees were taken. Only a few were wounded, and none were killed. An excellent day for Unit Eight. Not so much for the repair crew that will have to fix that wall, and I'm sure a checkpoint operator or two will be fired, but I'm sure these two captives will be useful. I lean back in the chair, making myself comfortable even though my wrists are tied together and the rope is really starting to itch. I do wonder when I'll be meeting Mr. Wilson. He seems like a very interesting man...*

[Sylvia Main]

*I run over to the group, rather embarrassed as to my tardiness. Unwilling to explain why I'm so late I just try to remain unnoticed, sneaking along the fringes of the commotion till I find Wilson. I glance over my shoulder to see Mahoney and Grey but remember the time constraint. I approach Wilson before he can get to involved in something.* Sir, would you like myself and a few other agents to pursue the killjoys into the zones? The car would be easily recognizable, they are injured, and I have, uh... directional knowledge. It shouldn't be very difficult. Our best route would be to go conspicuously rather than chase after them in case that they lead us to their safehouse of friends. Of course that's only my opinion sir.

[Kettu Jarva]

-as soon as everyone is cleared from the rubble I inform Commander wilson I am in need of urgent medical attention. I excuse myself and head to the hospital wing- (switching threads)