@BurningCold@hagrodenBlood was...oddly confused at the psychic message being portrayed to him, yet it wouldn't have been the first time. "Whoever you are, help if you're gunna. Your 2 o'clock movie special is kinda boring." Blood shouted.
Then he heard the weird ass message about someone hunting Freelance. "Shit, make it fast!" Blood shouted again.
The shrapnel was dug directly into his spine, he'd need it removed and time for it to heal. Hopefully he'd have enough time to get to the rendevouz area.
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Erick was still trapped, but not quite as trapped as earlier. He'd manage to work an arm free, with it he shoved upwards. The metal pinning him down began to creak as it was bent up, second arm free. He began pushing the metal off him, slowly he stood. Rubble came colliding down from the metal beam, clinking off metal below. He roared, pushing himself and standing fully. Quickly moving out from under the beam and dropping it, he was free.
Picking apart the rubble that'd trapped him inside he eventually got out of the collapsed building. Hearing the communication of Freelancer he set off towards their rendevouz, cloaking himself in intervals along the way to avoid tracking. When he wasn't cloaked, he was an absolute blur.
He went around the back of the building before doubling around to the front to make sure he wasn't seen. Taking a vantage point behind the counter of the diner that was abandoned due to the explosion, he drew his rifle. Anything that wasn't Freelancer or rebel forces would die.