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It was hard to hear everything as the wind rushed past them, but she caught enough of it.

[color=#ab89d6][b]"Fort Condor is under attack."[/b][/color] She shouted against the wind. [color=#ab89d6][b]"I uh... I got a call from a friend. Everyone there is in danger, and if we don't get there soon, we may not have many friends left. We-"[/b][/color]

She felt it before she heard it, the thundering of helicopter blades slicing the air. Her breath caught in her chest as she glanced over her shoulder. Its sleek profile detached from the cloud of dust and smoke like a shadow. The craft was armed to the teeth, and she found it difficult to ignore the missile pods and turrets attached to it. A hard lump of anxiety wracked her stomach. There was no way she could defend against that much firepower and she knew it.

[color=#ab89d6][b]"Fuck. My. [i]Life[/i]."[/b][/color] She said with a defeated sigh, before tapping lightly on Biggs' shoulder. [color=#ab89d6][b]"We have company!"[/b][/color]  
 
Her mind raced, trying to find an escape. [color=#ab89d6][b]"Do you have a grenade or something? We're not going to be able to outrun that thing!"[/b][/color]
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