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[Rancid Roadkill]

(( It's fine! Good luck, Sniper c: ))

[molotov]

Scout

He smiled slightly grabbing the Bone saw and carefully sawed off the cuffs, "there!," he said turning back over to the walkie talkie "Yo! Felice! Sorry for the delay we where having a little trouble with Medic.." Scout explained what happend,

[Dawn.]

Serena felt her wrists, which were slightly bruised form the rough cuffing. She walked over to Scout, and added, "An' ye be forgettin' aboot me, ya slowpoke."

[Probably a Doctor..]

Medic
He shuddered a bit and sighed, looking down and feeling horrible at the moment.
WB)

[NerdyChika]

Sniper.

He notice the other have escape he looked around the car to see if there was an escape but no there wasn't there was police everywhere, he crossed his arm which cause him to flick in pain "Stupid bullet" He mumbled holding his left shoulder.

[Anachronism]

Dell's boots slid out from under him every once in a while, a consequence of all the mud they had to slosh through. He managed to keep upright, driven enough to keep himself from falling, believing whatever authorities had came here were only a few steps behind them. He began to picture the police like wolves, hunting the two of them down. After his eyes started hurting again, Dell allowed himself the luxury to closing them briefly, trusting Felice enough to lead them both out of Badwater. The ground was slightly less slick, here, and his boots had some traction.
He opened his eyes again when he heard Felice whisper something too him, and was about to ask him to repeat it when he realized that they were at the fence.
By this time, they were soaked again, and the rain was almost starting to become a nuisance. They'd have to find somewhere to hole up in this storm or they'd face pneumonia. He took a quick breather, placing a hand just above his eyes as a makeshift visor against the rain.

It took him a moment to wrap his head around the orders, glancing back from the way they'd come. Their footprints lead a trail back through Badwater, water collecting in their muddy footprints. The police could use them to track the pair, if they weren't washed away in time.
"Wait....you're not coming with me?" Engineer whispered, taken by surprise. If they split up, and one of them got into trouble, it was curtains. He didn't know what to say as Felice pulled out a walkie-talkie and pushed a duffel bag into his hands.
"But--" Dell tried to protest as Felice quickly outlined his plan to the Texan. He didn't like the idea of leaving Felice to fend for himself; personally favoring the method of sticking in a group. And what the cook was planning to do could potentially get himself killed.
"That's not--" He tried again, but Felice gave him a shove towards the fence, running from him, telling him to leave. He took a step after him, morals conflicting with what Felice was asking of him. What if this was the last time they saw eachother?
Dell halted himself at the thought, standing there, in the rain for a moment and watching Felice go with a slightly pained expression. 'What ifs' weren't practical, and Dell harshly reminded himself of that. They'd just have to meet up later, at the place Felice specified.
"Best be careful, cook." Dell murmured to himself, snapping back into reality as he heard more gunshots, more shouts. Some of the shouts were too close for comfort, and he decided that he had to make a run for it while he still had the chance. He'd have to leave the toolbox; there was no time to heave it over the fence.
He tossed the bag over his shoulder, clipped the radio unto his coveralls, slowly scaled the fence, dropping down on the other side in the nick of time. He didn't wait to be spotted; he sprinted away, letting the rain cover the sound of his sloshing feet and his forced breaths as he slowly recovered from being gassed.
His lungs still burned, and his legs ached, but he kept moving, trying to get as far away from the base as possible. By the time the officers had reached the fence, Dell was long gone. He ran for as long as he could stand, allowing himself to drop down in a small crevice to catch his breath and gather his thoughts.
Looking back, he couldn't even see the base anymore. He could still hear distant gunshots, and military vehicles, but he appeared to be in a safe spot.
Panting heavily, he tore his hard hat from his head and dropped it beside him with a dull clunk against the ground. He just now remembered the radio, and after a minute's rest, he pulled it off his clothing, and turned the dial to the police radio, listening in on them in careful silence.
Things at Badwater weren't going well, from what he could gather, and things were getting worse the more people kept shooting. He switched through the channels until he heard another voice that he recognized, and sat straight up. Felice.
"Well, I have good news and bad news." Engineer stated into the radio, voice just loud enough to hear over the rain around him.
"Good news is I got out; if anyone else can hear this. Bad news is a don't have the first damn clue where I'm at, and I recon I'm soaked enough I could be a finalist for a wet t-shirt contest. God forbid." Dell gave a quiet chuckle, trying to give a little light to the situation, as it was, unaware on the status of his teammates. Hopefully, though, the small joke was enough to keep their spirits up. He couldn't offer much else.

[Rancid Roadkill]

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Felice's face brightened up when he heard Scout's voice, he quickly turned the CD player off and
answers back, "Great to hear yer voice, tyke! Managed to lead the bobbies away from the exit,
mate! Just 'ead down towards the east side of the base, there's a fence down their, just gotta
look! Oi! Did I just 'ear that bint? Eh, tell 'er to speak only when spoken too!" He suddenly spat
out, referring to Serena, "Anyways, make sure yer not being followed! If ya get Engie captured
I'll ****in' **** that skinny **** of yours with a d**m rosebush branch! You'll be in a wheelchair fer
the rest of the year!" He threatened before composing himself, "Now 'urry up will ya! Leave Medic
if ya must, the **** ol' geezer ruined my dinner last night, so I 'ope he gets shot in the ****!" Felice
paused for a moment when Engineer spoke, "Wet t-shirt contest, eh?" Felice chuckled before
giving him a wolf whistle, "Take a picture for me, would ya?" He joked around, but was then
silent for a few minutes, "Was just listening in on the bobbies, going by their description...seem
like Sniper got caught! ..Oh no.." He made a small sniffle, sound distraught as he turned the
radio off momentarily, "HA! Thank ****in' god that manky barmpot is gone! I hope he's *beeeeeeeeep*
for the rest of his pathetic life!" He cheered to himself before turning the radio back on, "I hope he'll
be okay, sounds like he's injured.." He gave a fake sighed, "Just stay on 'igh alert, mates! I'll be
swing by to pick ya up shortly hopeful-...what the..?" Unknown to him, he was injured badly himself.
With his adrenaline running high, he didn't notice when one of the bullets shot through the back
window and hit him when he made his escape from the base. Although he was feeling a bit drowsy,
he didn't notice until he smell of blood caused him to glance down, only to be faced with the sight
of his chest bleeding profusely. It was a miracle on it own when the bullet missed his major organs,
but it was even more surprising that he got so caught up in the moment that he didn't even notice
his own injury. He kept his calm though as he got back on the radio, but this time his voice was
very quiet and shaky, "I..don't think I can pick you up..I was..I was hit.." He muttered out, speeding
down the highway even faster. Completely unaware of the spike stripe that laid across the road for
him as he was quickly approaching. It's was very clear that the cook was now going into shock.

"The suspect is coming up to the point, further assistance may be required!" The radio went
of the the police car where Sniper was seated, the police officer returns shortly after to respond,
"10-4, I'm heading towards you right now as we speak." The officer starts up the car, gives Sniper
a glare but doesn't say a work to him as he speeds off with the sirens on. With the arrival of the
army helicopters, thing went downhill further. They weren't going to show any mercy towards the
wizard, the shots fired were repetitive and powerful, he wouldn't even have enough time to react.

(( Just a suggestion for Aruna , since she's out in the desert, perhaps she can run into Engineer? c: ))

[Dawn.]

Serena sneered, rolling her eyes, "If I adn't the least bit o' passive personality, I'd have punched ew right through that radio, ye howlin' numpty." She growled. She calmed slightly, looking around for anyway to escape the building.

(Now Serena gets her own dictionary: x)

[molotov]

Scout

Once Felice responded Scout got up "sure..thing.. Heh...we'll be right there," he mumbled turning back To Serena "let's Just-" he paused hearing Somthing he spun around seeing nothing he turned back to Serena "we need to go to east side of the base.. then hopefully we can find somewhere to hide for the night.. Or something,"

[Probably a Doctor..]

Medic
He shuddered a bit and sighed, looking down and feeling horrible at the moment.
WB)