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"Seems like a rough day. hang on, We're almost to the top floor.". Volume looked back in front of him to see a rusting iron door. "Well, looks like we're here. I wonder who this communication is. Alain, what should I expect?".

Tech's breath was coming out a little fast now from the wound on her side and the climbing. Looking back she saw that the last couple steps were flecked with blood, her blood. Sighing, she leaned against the wall and slid down into a sitting position, wincing.

"He should be coming towards you now. I've informed him." Alain replied.

Alain was right. Exactly at that moment, a man came out from the shadows. He was dressed in far lighter clothes compared to Alain's battle armor, clothes fit for moving fast and keeping quiet. He had a pistol in his hand, silenced, and if they would take a closer look, they'd see that there was a long, rather powerful scoped rifle set up on a bipod and aimed for Alain's position, ready for whoever it was that chased them to arrive.
"I'll assume you're the kids under Alain's protection?" he asked with a neutral tone.

Tech looked up at the new person and saw that he came well prepared. "That would be us." she said holding her left hand out because her right was covering her wounded side.

Jennine held on tight to Tech's hand. She noticed she was breathing hard and having trouble. Maybe the others didn't notice, but she'd lived with Tech all her life. "You ok?"

Tech smiled up at Jennine and pulled her down to her left side. She put her head on Jennine's small shoulders and shook her head slightly showing Jennine her bloody right hand.

Jennine looked at the blood with wide eyes. Her blue eyes were filled with worry. "You're going to be alright, right? Maybe someone here will know how to make it better." She didn't like it when Tech was hurt. She didn't want to lose her.

Tech shrugged and yawned. "I'm tired." she whispered before closing her eyes. She couldn't heal herself because her energy was too low and mages can't heal themselves.

Kenneth quickly noted the bloodied hand and came over to her. Without really asking, he pushed her down into a sitting position against the wall, with her back straight up. "Where?" he just asked, referring to where she was hurt.

The man volume saw before him looked nothing like he expected. He had expected someone dressed like alain, only maybe a little shorter. "So you're the communication alain was talking about?".

(I just thought that claire was seriously injured and everyone else was going to look for her after they were safe and bandaged up.)

Tech opened her eyes and looked into the man's face. She quietly pointed to the open wound on her side, and took her coat gently off.

(I assumed Claire was going to be taken along with the ones attacking the characters' position)

Kenneth investigated the wound for a second, then reached behind him in a small pack hanging from his belt. He quickly treated her and stood up again.
"That'll do for now. We'll see to it that you can get some proper treatment as soon as we can get out of here."

He pulled a pair of binoculars from his pack and handed them. "You guys will have to keep watch for anyone trying to storm this building. I'm shooting silenced, but you never know if they might spot me."

(Guess this forums dead now.)

(Yup)

(Oh well.)

The end!