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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 1008669" data-attributes="member: 9167"> Will Rogers World Airport - Hangar 14Oklahoma City, Oklahoma5:15pm, Late Spring, 2003When 5 men suddenly appeared at her side - each of whom were trying separately  to order her back to the jet - Lorelai fought between laughing at the absurdity of the situation, stubborness at their gall, and the fast becoming predictable stark raving fear at the hail of bullets flying all over the place.What have I gotten myself into? she thought, crouched down low with Krizzel steadfastedly in her arms.  Glancing in the hanger, she tried to note what she could see and if she could spot the others.  Where they in trouble?  She couldn't let them get hurt!  Stewart had already been shot because of her and now even Durant got himself singed by one.But what could she do?  She was a scientist, damn it, not a solider.  Her mind racked over the possibilities the hanger could hold...flammable high-powered fuel for the planes?  Where were they?  Though it might be extremely dangerous...enough could destroy the entire hanger itself...Regardless, Lorelai was definitely not following anybody's instructions except for the "stay low and not get shot" one.  If Leonard's arms are free, the cat ends up in his arms so she could better position herself.All the while, her mind echoed this can't be happening, this can't be happening</blockquote>