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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 1438903" data-attributes="member: 13737">JohanAnna has some simple tools she gives you from her suit and you pry off the communicator.  Everything seems fine, but perhaps a boost of power would help.  You thief a few wires from Anna and connect the communicator to your force field belt and it boosts the power enough to cut through the interference. A quick confirmation request from Carl later and you get a response, clear as day. "Raisa's fine.  The Mole pulled her out.  They got away though.  We'll head back to the freeway and meet you guys there." It's probably a good idea because removing as much dirt as you calculate is in that hole will take a long time, and even if you clear it, the sides are going to just collapse again, and lord knows what it will do to any structures above you!  You quickly warn against futher digging, citing several sources and describing in detail the peril of continuing, both to yourselves and the general populace above. Computers check 36.  Damned karma.  Mathematics check 25.  General physics check 22. Raisa"He was fine when I saw him last," Carl says.  "He got back to the sewer when the dirt was collapsing." Johan's voice comes clearly across the communicator, asking you your status.  Carl responds.  "Raisa's fine.  The Mole pulled her out.  They got away though.  We'll head back to the freeway and meet you guys there." Carl starts heading towards a large embankment and tall wall.  "Come on," he says.  "Freeway's just over here."  Assuming you follow, when he gets to the wall, he grabs your hand and pulls you right through it, your entire body vibrating as if you sat in one of those vibrating chairs at the mall.  It tickles something fierce and makes your skin itch.  But sure enough, when you emerge, you are looking down at the Freeway, backed up cars for miles, your EPIC van a quarter mile away, and the ring you fought in about a quarter mile from that. MichelleYou lift off and Tara very reluctantly follows.  You have the distinct feeling she'd go the other way if you let go.  "He wasn't that much older," she says wistfully.  "Maybe 20.  I can handle 20."  The cockroaches go back to where they came from as the two of you leave.</blockquote>

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