[Center]South-West: Daniel Anders[/Center] Feeling the door become pried open, Daniel reels in the hook and spots the form of the biologist and the lamb, Alice. Instead of looking down at the Russian man, who indicated they should leave and that they should flee and that they should take the USB if he were to die: but Daniel didn’t care much for the prattling man. He had a headache and things were still going to shit. Wolves were starting to surge down the tower and, should they start running all willy-nilly, there would be more casualties. He indicated to the floor with one of the Power fists’ fingers, highlighting the flesh of the Chainsaw wielding mutant to the biologist. He hoped the man figured out the message Daniel gave: gather the samples, leave the rest to us. His fellow fighters were getting into the thick of things, to be sure: Wolves were attacked at multiple different angles and Daniel was in position to be the final bodyguard for Alice. His mech was more suited to close quarters combat than any other, and he at least had a chance of winning a fight against a mutant wolf, should it rush for the biologist. However, time wasn’t on their side. They needed a plan of action that didn’t lead to chances. As long as no one rushed off, he had a final stratagem. He flicked his radio on, so that everyone in the near vicinity could hear. “Everyone in the South West sector, set up a perimeter around Biologist Alice. Do not leave his side and do not attempt to lead him away: we are going to call in a more secure evac.” He let the message sink in, before he widened the radio’s frequency to be about a mile longer. He was calling in an evac, although it wasn’t the Chinook they were calling: they had another armoured vehicle to call in. “Sergeant Donovan: This is Daniel Anders of the South west recovery team. We need immediate assistance and evacuation for the prime target. Do you copy? I repeat, We need your tank here Donnie, get the fuck back here and help escort the lamb away from the wolves.” He didn’t wait for a response as he launched a gout of flame in the direction that the Red-furred Alpha had previously occupied. He was hoping to zone the creature away, more than anything. He doubted he’d get a lucky hit, but he might intimidate the Bear-sized wolf for a while, at least until he gets a response from Sergeant Donovan. --- [center]Central Apartments-Kiku[/Center] --- She didn’t remember getting into the corner. She barely even remembered getting shot. One minute, she was half-heartedly strolling down the patrolled corridor, the next, she was huddled in a room, trying to rip her gas mask off as she vomited up chunks of crimson blood. [i[‘What a waste’[/i] Everything hurt. Not the waking-up-having-slept-on-your-arm kind of hurt, but the Oh-god-my-arm-is-basically-hanging-there kind of hurt. She tried to move the mangled limb, only to quickly evaluate it as FUBAR. Black would kick her ass after this, should she survive, that is. The woman had been told constantly to be careful and to keep her excitement in check. She’d ignored that advice, and now she was useless. There were Medkits in her reach: hers and someone else’s. She ripped them open and poured the content on the floor: looking up to see the small kid saying something. He absorbed some of the blood: her blood, off of the floor. “Yeah, I do. Drink up kid, don’t let it go to waste.” On the floor was a number of different packaged medical items: pills and syringes and gauze and bandages, mostly: as well as a bunch of devices she didn’t have a clue how to use. She grabbed the bandage first and tried to use it: but quickly discarded it when she discovered how difficult it was to bandage up anything with one hand. She grabbed the gauze next, pushing it against some of the more profusely bleeding wounds. They stuck to her skin and started to stain red with blood flow. She didn’t have too long before she’d probably go comatose from blood loss, if she didn’t hurry up. Touching her side had hurt though, she grabbed a package of painkillers next, ripping them open with her teeth and downing the pills. She grabbed the package from the second med kit, silently thanking whoever had left it for her, and downed the second lot of pills. She applied more gauze to her wounds, covering most of the wounds that were on her chest and slowing the bloodloss. The last part was the most vexing: Needles. She had been working through all the checks that Col. Black had told her to do, should you get shot “Stop the bleeding, inject the coagulation injection, and take painkillers.” Black would have to forgive her for screwing up the order, this time. She ripped open the packaged syringe with her teeth again, and lined up the needle with the artery on her neck. One advantage of being a murderous bitch was that she knew human anatomy well. She stabbed the needle into her neck, face scrunching up in pain as she looked at Abimael. “Hey kid, if I fall asleep, can you make sure to wake me up?” Now, having patched herself up well enough, Kiku was resolved to get a bit of redemption. She didn’t like being a damsel in distress, and she didn’t like getting shot. Her first action was to reach for the ammo of her rifle and slide it over to Kai. He could use it more than her: although she kept the pistol for a dire situation. Then she grabbed the other bundle of fun that every soldier came with: A small green pineapple. “Hey, Fancy lady!” She was shouting in Alyss’ direction, hoping to get her attention as she lifted the pin of the grenade to her teeth: yanking at the pin. “Hope you play Baseball!” Then she threw the grenade in Alyss’ direction.