[h1][b][i][color=lightcoral][center]Charlie Farrier[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[sub][color=lightcoral]Location: Outside Campaign Office
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It seemed that once Charlie hit the ground, time slowed down. In an instant it appeared that Dean had randomly showed up, Richard had been pegged in the chest, and the girls each received a bullet for their attempted escape. He wanted nothing more than to run to them, and make sure they were okay... but there was a far more injured friend laying near by.

Scooting over to Richard as fast as his injured leg would let him, Charlie tore off his hoodie and balled it up, pressing it against the ebbing flow of blood emanating from Richard's chest. Blood was trickling from his mouth, and his eyes already seemed to glaze over. As more gunfire sounded out Charlie's gaze ripped from the ex-assassin's idle eyes, and he watched Ayita be gunned down once again. What were these men doing? Was the goal to kidnap, or to kill? Looking around wildly, Charlie clocked a bright red cross on a box within one of the vans. In the meantime, Dean had amazingly done something useful by taking charge one of the guns and turning it on their attackers, taking down two of them before being felled himself.

[color=lightcoral]"HEY!"[/color] Charlie hollered at the closest man, his gun waving threateningly. [color=lightcoral]"You want us alive for a reason, huh? Well if you don't help me here, this man is going to die."[/color] Well, he assumed so anyway. Charlie had no real experience in injuries or medicine beyond his high school biology and health classes. What he did hope was that the medikit both had something to help Richard out with, and some kind of weapon. Scissors, safety pins, even tweezers could take somebody's eyes out. Unfortunately, as the man tossed the kit uncaringly towards Charlie and he flung it up with blood-stained hands, he nearly threw it to one side in annoyance. Nothing of use, barring some bandages the rest of them could use. Keeping his pressure on Richard's chest steady, he watched the man carefully, hoping that dimming light in his eyes wouldn't entirely fade away.


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[h1][center][b][i][color=goldenrod]Nina van Essenhout[/color][/i][/b][/center][/h1]
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[sub][color=goldenrod]Location: Jakobsen's Office[/color][/sub]
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[color=goldenrod]"Oh, sure. You bring a mentally unstable mutant to a mission of diplomacy and [i]I'm[/i] the idiot."[/color] Nina retorted swiftly to Marygold before dropping the matter, utterly ignoring Folly's dark glare as she regarded the room. A madwoman's problems were not important, not with a whole group to get to safety. In fact, that in itself was a problem. Returning to the tower was their goal, and as they had overwhelming evidence by way of Pietro and Carolina, the tower was no longer safe. Clearly Jakobsen's aim had been to divide and conquer, and like any under-experienced leader would, Marygold fell for the bait. Totally halving her group to maximise injuries, and potentially, fatalities.

Rushing to Carolina's side with Cassandra, Nina noted yet another mass of scar tissue from burns. Were there explosions, fire at the tower? If it was the Sentinels, how much damage were they truly wreaking?

[color=goldenrod]"Let's go."[/color] Nina said to Cassandra, looking towards the main doors. [color=goldenrod]"I'll stay in front, try and make sure you don't get hit by anything."[/color] So far, there had been no signs of the forces they had encountered at the Mansion, but Nina wasn't taking any chances. She knew Cassandra would want to look after her sister - both of them, the future one here, and to get to the present one at their destination. At least she could focus on helping future Carolina out with her injuries - and any more that may appear - while Nina dealt with defence.