[h1][img]http://i1383.photobucket.com/albums/ah281/Q-C0ntinuum/Ryver%20et%20Rhine%20Dear%20Karma_zpsbdu2hcau.jpg?t=1445077114[/img] Ryver et Rhine (Dear Karma)[/h1]
[h2]Callie Wright[/h2]
Cal covered her mouth with her free hand as she lowered the gun. Her blue eyes were opened to their widest and a strangled cry escaped her throat. She actually succeeded in hitting the poor man. Oh god! She’s such a terrible person. If she had miscalculated, she could have killed him or one of the others. Oh god oh god oh god! The poor airhostess wanted to toss the gun away when her inner voice reminded her about their predicament. Having a gun guaranteed their safety. 

[i]Tie him up? Time?[/i]

The blonde woman struggled to comprehend what the injured fed was saying. She hesitated and brought the gun close to her chest. Tears leaked down the corners of her eyes as her fear and guilt overwhelmed her. Only when Vida came to did Cal snap out of her self-pity. Swiftly she placed the gun on the ground then hobbled towards Vida. She dropped to her knees and wrapped an arm round the other. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. Tell me if you’re hurt.”

Luckily for the two women, JC was still in shock, or rather that’s what Cal deduced as she observed the poor man clutching his head and quite literally pulling his hair. The mania didn’t last long before he soon appeared to go very quiet. Worriedly the usually upbeat lady egged Vida to move back. The further they were from this man the better she’ll feel.