Kevin:
Looking around the door to the computers brain you can see the two parallel sets of hand holds that the Major and you used to lift the plate. If you didn't know what the hand holds were for the covering plate would look like any other piece of the floor. Unfortunately, there is no sign of scratching or chipping of any sort.
As you look up from you examination and look around the rest of the room. The large black rectangle that reaches to the ceiling dominates this room. The rectangle has many small etchings on it but none that are as random as scratches. The etchings were definitely done on purpose.
After your search of the entire room is complete, there seems to be no signs of any damage done by a sword.
Lucy and Chris:
Sandra watches Chris and his antics with a very flirty little pout on her face which switches to shock when Chris makes his fast comment. Sandra just looks at him standing down the hall and with a wicked smile and a shake of her head her little voice floats down the hall somewhat mockingly.
Missed your chance, emigo. Never call a girl fast, grates on her nerves.
Stepping away from the door and over to Lucy, Sandra puts her hand softly on Lucy's arm. You okay there, Hollywood. We can go get something to drink at that bar, if you want.
Linda:
Hesitating as you walk past the boys to chat for a second, you smile and head on into the medical bay. There are a total of 6 small ?rooms? arranged about the office. Each bed is set back with a curtain for a door and various medical supplies and machines set around for ease of use. The man?s office is next to the entrance and has many windows to look out over the patients.
A dark haired, clean cut, middle-aged Columbian man in a lab coat looks up from a clipboard and his scribbling when you open the door and walk on in. He seems angry and about to bite into you as you ask your question when he notices your blood and torn shirt.
"Better than you. Clothes off and Sit on a table if you can, I'll be over to help if you need in a second." The man finishes his scribble, hangs the clipboard on the end of the bed and retrieves a new set of examination gloves on his way over to you.
As you sit down on the table and lay back the doctor starts to examine your cuts. "Fairly deep cuts, no infections, something very sharp." The doctor mutters to himself as he painfully probes your open wounds.
He heads over to a small refrigerator marked with an orange triangle and pulls a small bag of green liquid from inside. Hooking the bag up to a poll next to your bed he stabs into your arm with a needle and begins the IV.
"This should get you patched up in an hour or so." Picking up the beds clipboard, the doctor heads back to his office.
Brandon:
My hand will be alright and Linds is just sleeping. I am gonna shower and change clothes. Although, enough of us have holes in are clothes we might be able to make a new fashion statement. Lucy would be happy. Steve smiles over to you as he starts heading down the long cold hallway. He starts whistling some tune, you can't really make out what song it is but you can make out that Steve can?t whistle in tune.
Halfway down the hall Steve turns around a face set with seriousness. Thank you for saving Lindsey. I don't forget debts. I'll be there for you in a pinch. Promise. Somewhat uncomfortably, Steve smiles at you then rushes off down the hall and towards the showers.
Not thirty-seconds after Steve turns the corner you see two men walking across the hallway. One is a moderately short, thin man with a plain grey shirt, jeans, and a very well-work Alabama hat. The second is taller by more than half a foot. He wears dark jeans and a faded black t-shirt. Both men carry suitcases and duffel bags.
You know you must be tired because you could swear the shadows are clinging to him as he walks along.
Brian:
"Not much of hospitality, Momma would be mad. All I really got is some chew which you can have if you want some. Good stuff too, not that synth crap de tryin to wicke off on good peepa." Becker offers you warmly and continues to ramble on about various things. He is a decent host, making sure to ask you some questions about your past and various opinions to keep your interest.
After a pretty quick flight you pass through a gate in a 10 ft tall wall. As you pass through the gate you see a full four battle suits examining your car the soldier at the gate waves you and your escort in to the compound. Your car drives up to a garage set in the side of a large square building. In the garage are about 12 cars, vans, and motorcycles; one of each is a hover craft.
"Welcome to Avalon, supposed to take you to see State Street so best get a move on." Grabbing your bags and throwing a couple over to you, Becker leads you through the base. A short flame haired dwarf with a large red-rimmed hole in his shirt about his sternum passes you giving a wave and hello.
As you pass a side corridor you see a man slightly taller than you and well built leaning against the wall. What really is evident is his pink, fresh- burn complexion, weaving hair, and dancing flames where his eyes should be.
