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"Sure," says the male medic with a grin. "We've got some spare utilities on the jump."
As the evac team quickly escorts the four of you from the facility, with two of the men carrying Rollo on a stretcher, the aftermath of the battle becomes evidence.
A few dozen of the grayish men in black lay dead throughout the facility, along with several humans, male and female, and a couple of the large, furry 'bigfoot'.
Whatever the reason, the confrontation was definately a deadily one.
Upon exiting the facility, the four of your are rushed towards one of ten black aircraft, their wings titled so as to use the jets thrust for verticle takeoff.
In all directions you see thick forest, hills, and eventually mountains farther out as the facility seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.
"Hop in," shouts the medic, over the roar of the jets, as he slams open a sliding door.
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OOC:
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Any word from Brandon or John, if they've noticed the updates?
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