[h2][color=ed145b][u]Cari Cruz[/u][/color][/h2]
Cari laid on the hard ground as she watched Niesha descend from the top of the building and began counting the number of windows that the girl passed, loosing interest after about 5 or so. She wondered if she had really fallen that far? If so, she was one lucky girl to survive two near death experiences in her lifetime.

[color=ed145b][i]"No wonder I had a memory relapse..."[/i][/color] she speculated to herself, wishing she could have a good drink to dull the mind and the pain. She could see her partner kneeling over her, mouthing some words but failed to recognise what they meant before witnessing an act of bravery in order to defend her friend. Niesha was an archer with the bow held so taught that it was almost at breaking point, a scout who scanned the horizons for the slightest possible danger, a companion who had tears starting to well up and the twinkle of their reflection could be seen in her keen eye.

Picking up Dorkface by the scruff of the neck, Cari moved him off her body and began to roll onto her stomach. She had to move, there was no other choice in the matter. This place was just too dangerous to be soaking up the sun like you would on the beach. Pushing her body up with her able hand she sat there on her knees and breathed in exhaustion from the amount of energy used in just a small amount of movement. She lifted her right arm she placed it around Niesha's shoulders and used her as a prop before hearing an angry Navigator bellow over the crew's headsets.

[b][color=00aeef]"That's right! Quirke's gone and flown himself somewhere into the city, so if any of you in the ground team find him, bring him to the western gun so I can CHEW OUT HIS STUPID HEAD!"[/color][/b] [@Penultimate_Pi] The message came at such a volume that the speakers reverberated with a ringing sound that sent nails through Cari's skull.

[color=ed145b][b]"Oi Fuckwit!... Get, in, line..."[/b][/color] ending her reply with several large gasps for breath and a cough that may have had a faint taste of blood if only she had a sense of taste. Cari turned towards Niesha and gave her an instruction, knowing that the shock of seeing what had happened to her accomplice could have possibly clouded her judgement, [color=ed145b][b]"We have... to move."[/b][/color]

Carefully she was lifted to her feet and they began to move into a better location. They had failed to capture the Eastern AA gun but survival was now the highest priority on the list. [@Vash] Reaching back, she struggled, but managed to extract one of her pistols from her holster and held it to her side. [color=ed145b][i]"Don't blackout now,"[/i][/color] she begged as her eyes grew even more heavy the longer time moved on. Occasionally they would spark open and she would suddenly lift her hand up to aim at nothing air or a wall,with the sudden use of energy sending her back into her exhausted, critical state.
[@Caits]