[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f6989d]Camilla Powell[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://cdn.promonews.tv/cdn/farfuture/2aIkf1eUNuchkCw_ZfxErn3QR9wh2uwttaXX6ceaRo0/mtime:1377857195/sites/default/files/Brandon2.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=f6989d]Location:[/color][/b] On Top Of Vengeance[hr][/center]
	Camilla's finger squeezed against the trigger, the bullet launching out of the barrel. She had been aiming at Brutus's head but as he stumbled back she managed to catch him in the chest. It would do as the bullet tore through the mans heart and he laid sprawled out on the ground lifeless. [color=f6989d]"Whatever works,"[/color] she muttered to herself as she shifted another cartridge into place and adjusted her sights. The bullets were flying this way and that, one coming from out of no where that embedded in the hull of the ship next to her. 

	[color=f6989d]"Hǎo qiú,"[/color] she muttered under her breath, not even moving from her spot. Shaking her head a little she watched as the leaves flew against the bushes, taking it into account as she took aim once again. Another round was popped off and one of the men was knocked off his horse as the bullet flipped his hat off the top of his head and he spilled out onto the ground with an exit wound revealing what little gray matter he had. 

	Another round was popped off at her and she rolled far too late, the bullet going into her shoulder. Grunting she slid back over the top of Vengeance. She wouldn't do any good to them if she stayed up there and bled out. Sliding the strap of her rifle over her shoulder she slipped back down to the air lock on the side and stumbled inside. Resting back against the wall she took a deep breath as she put pressure on the wound. She could feel the warm wetness soaking into her shirt on the backside she at least knew it was a clean through and through wound. 

	[color=f6989d]"Fuck, I love this shirt,"[/color] she bitched as she shook her head, feeling a little light headed as she walked; her rifle still slung over her shoulder as she moved down the stairs and towards the infirmary. Her hand resting against the door before just sliding down the wall and having a seat. She figured once all the hell that was breaking loose was over with Dorthy would be back in there anyways, least they wouldn't have to move her far. Resting her head back against the door frame she closed her eyes and just had a moment to herself; thinking of the one person she wished was there right then. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=fff79a]Atticus Pearson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://im.ziffdavisinternational.com/ign_fr/screenshot/default/giphy_mmuf.gif[/img][hr][b][color=fff79a]Location:[/color][/b] Outside The Ship[hr][/center]
	Atticus' eyes widened as everything started, bullets popping off this way and that. Well this was not how he wanted his day to be and as he witnessed life after life dropping to the ground he knew his day would be busy if they ended up remaining. So many to put to rest, so many that perhaps did not deserve the rest but ones he would give it to nonetheless; even those going to that special place in hell would need a little light before it was all taken away. Not that he thought they deserved it, coming here and shooting up his Captain and all but it was his lot in life. It was hit duty and it was a big duty. 

	Ducking down he saw Anisa fire off towards Brutus and the shot she took to her thigh. Rushing over to her he kept watch as best could while he checked the wound; Jackson and Dorthy, each dropping their fair share of bodies, and others were there now and he figured someone else was up top at least for a little while the way certain bodies dropped. [color=fff79a]"My lovingkindness and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield and He in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me,"[/color] he said as he grabbed a hold of her pants and ripped them open to reveal a rather nasty bullet wound that had no exit. 

	[color=fff79a]"Fucking hell, have some gorram respect for a man of the cloth and stop firing that shit towards me! I'm a fucking shield of God right now! Don't mean I want to be dented!"[/color] he yelled as a bullet ricocheted near him and the captain. Turning he fired a shot out into the fray, taking out one of the men's knee caps before he turned his attention back to Anisa. [color=fff79a]"Now, where was I? Oh yes, PSalms."[/color] 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f26522]Anisa Crowe[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/31300000/Kate-kate-beckett-31313940-500-281.gif[/img][hr][b][color=f26522]Location:[/color][/b] Outside The Ship[hr][/center]
	Anisa grunted as she lost her balance and felt the burn of the bullet in her thigh. [color=f26522]"Yi Dwei Da Buen Chuo Roh,"[/color] the Captain said under her breath as she grabbed a hold  of her thigh above the bullet wound as her pants started to darken with her blood. It was searing and bleeding but thankfully it on the top meatiest part of the thigh inside of inside where it would have hit something vital or anywhere else where it could have dug into bone. Flesh healed faster. 

	Looking as more and more dropped she glanced towards the preacher as he came over to her and rolled her eyes as he spouted off his verse from the bible. [color=f26522]"Not the time Preacher, we'll pray later,"[/color] she said as she held her gun out and took aim, dropping a horse where a man was hiding behind it. The poor animal dropping and landing right on top of him pinning him there. As Atticus started yelling she bit the inside of her cheek, such was the duality that was preacher. He never stayed holy long. 

	Taking a deep breath as her pants were ripped she rose a brow. [color=f26522]"I think you owe me dinner and a drink before you can start tearing my cloths off Preacher,"[/color] she said as the last body dropped. Looking over towards Jackson she gave him a slight nod. [color=f26522]"Get the one under the horse, make sure he sends a message to Patience. Her payment has been made in blood. If she would like anymore she can come claim it herself because if she doesn't I'm come claim it myself,"[/color] she hissed from behind clenched teeth. 

	[color=f26522]"Is there a doctor in the house?"[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=gray]Jahosafat Moreau[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://www.hippoquotes.com/img/wild-wild-west-artemus-gordon-quotes/smith.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=gray]Location:[/color][/b] Foy'er[hr][/center]

	The take off was rather smooth, some the gentleman could appreciate. Once in the black he undid his restraints and followed his old friend for a bit of refreshment. He could meet with the captain after at least a single toast. It would be rude not to partake in such generosity with his old friend. Plus he knew that the news that he carried close to his vest would be better received with a bit of liquid luck flowing through ones veins. Perhaps they should take the bottle and louse up the captain a bit before he delivered his news of their actual mission. 

	The man loved his work but he knew it would not sit well with the Captain or the Crew; perhaps not even Foy but this was his job and he felt that the end game far outweighed any danger that he could possibly be putting anyone in. Glancing around he wondered what the rest of the crew was up to right then. The pilot could be done and resting now, the captain just speaking with whom ever, other nameless folk could be grabbing a meal now or tending to their duties. There was a doctor on board, perhaps he was looking over the medical records of those on the ship. It was something he would have done when he was a healer. Though the doctor would find nothing on Jahosafat, there would not even be a file to access of him. What records he could find of Carla or Foy would be only what they had chosen to reveal before boarding; the simplest of things needed. The rest of the crew would be the standard files.

	[color=gray]"Mighty fine my dear man, mighty fine. Shall we find the dear Captain now. I do think it is time for my big reveal and one wouldn't want to be late for their debut,"[/color] he stated joyfully as he licked his lips of the sweet liquor. Turning he made his way to the bridge and glanced around, his find and dandy hat tucked beneath his arm as he spotted the Captain. 

	[color=gray]"Captain, if you would. I do believe it is time we had a little discussion about what this fine ship will be assisting me with over the next while. Though I do believe that perhaps somewhere private would be best. And without the assassin. This is between us Gentlemen, no offense ma'am,"[/color] he said tipping his head slightly. [color=gray]"You just don't have sufficient... clearance for our little briefing."[/color]