[h2]Brea Moirai[/h2]

Red. That was all she could see, both from her Bix8 and her right eye. The Bix8 was outlining all enemies in red which bombarded her left eye, while her right watched the spray of tiny red droplets fill the air. She tried not to think about the fact she was probably breathing in the blood of those that she killed. 

They kept coming like insects, popping out of places you swore no one could get through. She wondered how much longer her "team" could hold out against this onslaught, as there was no end to the enemy.

[i]Hold the line![/i]

Moirai's words rang through her head again only this time sounding angry. He always got angry when she fultered and broke a line. Often demanded where the little stubborn girl was that he saved. That always hurt when he asked that, but it made her try harder to keep from giving in. She could see the other holding, if barely. Most were close together, not so much her, though she did change her cover to be a little closer to the group. She knew that being alone was a sure way of getting killed.

She suddenly heard beasties order to fall back. She felt a slight relief by the order, as her pain had increased. Though she knew most died while retreating, any battle in history showed that over and over again. 

She got up not waiting to see if anyone else was following. She began to run but was hindered by the pain which made her limp. 

[color=wheat][i]Mind..... off[/i][/color] She thought before running full out. The pain was still there but she needed to move and she would deal with the pain later. Though if you saw you would of wondered how she could run, as where she was shot in the side was bleeding and the blood coated that side and over the armour of her leg. But she ran.

She caught up with some of the others while avoiding getting shot, though she nearly got hit a few times as bullets pinged off the ground around her. After keeping up she heard one of the men asked what happened, though it wasn't in a nice manner. Though she could understand his frustration, getting shot at always ruined people's days. Though actually getting shot,now that was a real pain in the ass. She could tell though that the large man didn't really like Beasty, she wasn't sure why though. But then most didn't trust anything or anyone that was alien. She did like Beasties response though, it made her give an audible chuckle. 

Once the gun fire was all but silent Beasty stopped to catch his breath, which Brea really wished he hadn't done. As she stopped to only to lean on a skycar in pain, she had managed to keep her mind off the whole time while running. But now that they had stopped she gripped her side, pain plain on her face. Though not many could actually see her face as her hood and veil were still on. 

She looked down at her wound, and was a little shocked by the amount of blood she had all over her leg and side. 

[color=wheat][i]How the hell am I still standing?[/i][/color] She wondered before Beasty announced that they were taking the tunnels. She looked around at the others and wondered if the one guy with the bad attitude was going to follow, though she was pleased to see the other woman jumping down after Beasty. 

Brea silently followed, that was until her feet hit the ground. Her left leg gave out as pain shot through her side. She cursed a few times as she laid there for a moment. Maybe jumping down was a bad idea, but she wasn't about to ask any of the guys to lower her down. Though she wished she had, but was done was done. She slowly got up and followed Beasty and Pixie down the dark tunnels. 

[b]”They knew where we were going to meet and set up an ambush, which means someone sold us in advance. Any possibility that the place we are heading now is compromised as well?”[/b]

[color=wheat]"Well aren't you full of sunshine and roses..... you have a point there though Pixie."[/color] She said not caring if the girl didn't like the nickname that she gave her. 

Brea had to slow down a bit as the jump down and the running before had taken it's toll on her. She suddenly wondered where the damn Doc was.