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"I'm fine," Amy replied as Grayson helped her up. The blast had seriously scared the hell out of her, mainly because after she was knocked off her feet she was completely disoriented for a few moments. The feeling is incomparable to almost anything else.

When Stryker rushed them to the War Room, Amy grew a bit anxious as to their current situation. Orders were being handed out left and right and she couldn't help but feel like a sitting duck. She tried to quietly ask Grayson for her visor but he was no longer next to her.

"I've got to get my visor," she said to Stryker, carefully making her way to the exit to go search for her precious set of eyes. It went flying out of her hand after the blast, and not knowing were it was, or even if it was still operable, was not a feeling she enjoyed.