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Chenelle had remained calmly sitting in the helicopter as the three had jumped. She hadn't really seemed very concerned, nor did she really speak either. Once the helicopter touched down however, she got up and moved to the cabin to check on Carl.
When Ceci landed, she walked over to where the copter was, showing her credentials to the agents to get past them.
{How much I miss? I had no wi fi for two days.}
"Absolutely." Ceci stated firmly.
(and to think i said we should not do that... yougirls have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair..)
(What? She is following orders. Like she was trained to do.)
*A tumbleweed passes behind the fourth wall*
*seriously, sigh, so bored*
Two cars soon arrived where the first part of the group was.
From one of them, Malvia stumbled out, limping lightly has his right hand rested on his bandaged hip, those beig covered of what seemed like ice crystals.
As he painfully walks toward the group, the wounded clubber drinks from his soon to be empty flask, his bag in the other hand.
"Ah, I see you all made it safe and sound finally, what a ... pleasant, surprise.."
He leaned again a car, hissing as he did so.
"So tell me : which one of you saved the other in the end ? Was it Ceci ? I bet it was Ceci.."
"No, actually. I was with your plan of action, seeing as none of them knew how to fly a helicopter. I am told that the helicopter magically righted itself and landed." Ceci answered truthfully "What happened to you?"
Chenelle was still in the cabin of the helicopter with Carl, thinking through everything that had happened.
Malvia sighed and sat down with difficulty.
"Ah well, I tried to be a gantleman and save the lady from crashing on a truck with me.. But I didn't think that if I dropped her I'd still get hit by a truck..."
He shows the frozen bandages with a smirk.
"Now normally I'm not one to refuse a rough play with a pole, but that one was way to hard for me.." he tried to laugh, proud of his joke, but handed up in a mix of cough and scream of pain.
"gahahaaargl... outch.. At least she's not hurt... I think.. I dunno, I was buisy staring at the driver that crushed me..."
"Oh. I suppose not everyone had the fortune of landing safely." Ceci said, thinking of her own lucky landing
As Ceci and Malvia were talking, Sam climbed out of the other car looking rather annoyed. She looked around, glaring at each of the agents in turn. "How are all of you alright? Not that I am complaining but I was just pulled out of a helicopter and I hope that wasn't for nothing."

Sam walked over and sat down next to Malvia. "Next time, I would like a little warning before you drop me onto a truck." She looked down at his bandages then back at him. " I mean, thanks and all, but a heads up would be appreciated."
"You're welcome, i'll warn you next time a clone get headshoted, because it is a thing I can do.." sassed the wounded.
"Can we address that by the way ?I mean : am I the only one that's shocked by clones ?"
"No s*** Sherlock ? I thought you were cloned to clean up the presendential penthouse..." he responded, acidic in his tone because of the pain
"I know what a clone his, and I can guess what his your purpose, I'm just surprised that such a technology didn't even come to mt hears before. I'm going to seriously reconsider my job as an informant.."
Malvia finished his flask and sighed at that realisation.
"So, are we going to the president or what ? I'd love to pass by an hospital but that quite unlikely I guess..."
"Shocked by clones, sort of. Waiting to go to the president, definitely. And, do you need to go to a hospital, definitely." Ceci said, answering all of the question.
"Actually, the clones are probably the least surprising thing that has happened all day." Sam said, shrugging her shoulders.
"And, yeah we defiantly need to get to the president. If we are getting attacked then I am sure the president is in danger." she looked at Malvia and flashed him a sympathetic smile.
"But we probably don't have time to stop by the hospital. I am sure you'll be alright." She said, standing up and holding out a hand to help Malvia stand up.
The clubber took it with a groan, rising painfully and grabbing his bag.
"yeah we definitly won't have time.." he corrected her, regretting immediatly his sass as another bolt of pain struck him.
"gaah!.. Geeze, don't count on me in a fight for quite some times lads, I'll stick to strategy for the moment.."
As he said that, Malvia got back into the car to sit, keeping his hand on his wound as to freeze it continously.
"I suppose so." Ceci said, going by the cars