[hr][center][h1][color=a187be]Natasha Brinne[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Dinning Room
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@Xtreme] 
[b]Time/Date:[/b] Morning August 1st, 2016
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	Tasha breathed a noticeable sigh of relief when Dominic told her he knew what he was doing with the art; granted it wasn't surprising, the man was a walking survivalist reality show as far as she was concerned. Lowering her phone from her chin she stepped a little bit closer; what she was about to ask wasn't exactly an every day favor. Hell, she hoped it was a once in a life time thing. 

	[color=a187be]"Not exactly... You see there were some kids playing in the Silver Mine north of here, they went into a part of the mines that has been closed for a while due to it being deemed unsafe. Part of the cave floor opened up into a chasm and one of the kids fell down the shaft,"[/color] she started to explain. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence; kids got into trouble, kids broke into a mines, kids fell down mine shafts. The had some crews in the area that could handle a basic retrieval. [color=a187be]"The problem is that the kid has his leg impaled through a piece of broken off iron railing. If they move him he will bleed out. So the normal rescue crew can't do much. I don't know how to climb."[/color]

	Granted, the main reason she didn't know how to was because Tasha was terrified of heights. The very thought of having to crawl into a mine and then drop down an open hole made her shake and sweat. Letting out a bit of a nervous sigh she tried to shake off the feeling before she continued. [color=a187be]"I don't know the crew and my Hindi isn't good enough to be able to communicate quickly with them. I... well I trust you. I need you to go down there with me, help me get to the boy and then once I can patch him up and they lift him out, get me the hell out of there."[/color]

	Tasha knew it was a lot to ask; especially of someone you just met not too long ago but she knew she couldn't get the job done with anyone else. Not something like this. It was one thing to be in the middle of an ER or OR and be working on someone to do everything you could to keep them breathing. It was a completely different thing to do it suspended from up above and hoping you don't fall to your death. Another visible shake and and trembling breath as she shook out her hands a bit. 

	[color=a187be]"Let you bring that camera of yours. Who knows, maybe it will make a nice segment for you,"[/color] she added, with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood and maybe entice him to go for it. [color=a187be]"Please? I can't do this without you."[/color]