2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *tosses and turns, whimpering. After maybe five minutes, she becomes silent again. This time, she is still until morning*

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: ::the morning light begins to slowly lighten the area, begining to warm the cold ground as it makes its trudging climb up in the sky::

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *manages to get up but feeling extreamly ill, climbing down off of the truck and staggering off with a limp to a grouping of trees where she ends up vomiting. groans* nnn..

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *her lids flutter open to the sound of vomiting. For a moment, the woman is disoriented, then remembers the teenage girl, and jumps out of the truck, making sure her gun is still in it's holster* Are yeh alright?

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *waves her away from her* I'm fine... *coughs and staggers slightly before being able to regain control of herself, running her fingers through her short spiked hair* don't worry about it.. *barely glances at Ailith as she walks with a slight limp back to the truck* I better find you something to eat..

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *shakes her head, and walks over to her cycle. From a bag, she produces a canteen and two apples, tossing one to the young girl* I never go somewhere unprepared.

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *catches the apple and blinks, almost as if she had never seen one before. the teenaged female smiles a little and nods thankingly*

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *removes the cap from the canteen, taking a swig, then recaps it and tosses it to Crimson* Don't worry..it's just water..

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: water? hardly ever drink the stuff.. normally it's too polluted to drink.. *taps one of the scars on her hand* usually drink if I absolutely have to...

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *shakes her head, chuckling* It's clean....purified... don't drink anything but...and I try to stay away from alcohol *she winks*

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *takes a small drink of the water then recaps it and tosses it back* normally drink only alcohol and blood.. about the only two things I've trusted over the years... *hungerly eats the apple*

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *deftly catches the canteen, placing it in her bag again. Watching the apple quickly disappear, she chuckles. "I have more where that came from, y'know..you don't have to eat so fast..

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *blinks and blushes slightly, lowering her head* sorry... haven't eatten in a while.. especially anything fresh.. used to the garbage... *ends up eatting the core and seeds as well, playing with the stem of the apple*

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith *chuckles, then tosses her another apple* Eat up. It'll help you heal..

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *catches the fruit then looks at her for a moment* why do you care anyways?

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *the faintest shadow crosses her face, and she averts her eyes to her bag* I don't. Just eat. You can thank me later..

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: hn.. always a catch.. first ex military.. now mercs... damn my luck sucks... *stashing the apple away for later*

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *sighs, seemingly looking for something in her bag* Who's the man in the truck?

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: him? Warfox... the other one that is probably still wondering around right now is Tarron... I'm just sorta around for the ride... they haven't really told me what the hell my job is yet...

2005-12-05 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *she looks up, smirking* Warfox, huh? The Warfox? And yet, he's so susceptible to harm, now that he's asleep. *she glances at Crimson* Don't worry. I won't kill him. Unless I have to. *she returns her gaze to her bag*

2005-12-05 [crowfeather]: Crimson: hn... ex military is ex military... do a job for 'em.. dodge a bullet.. live a day longer.. *shrugs*

2005-12-05 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *chuckles*

2005-12-05 [crowfeather]: Crimson: you think I'm kidding? *glances over at the chuckling woman who sees that she was serious*

2005-12-05 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *sighs* I was laughing in spite of myself..

2005-12-05 [crowfeather]: Crimson: hmmm.. always a good thing... eep.. *some of her notes try to flutter off when a slight breeze go through. manages to snag them and stuffs them back into her pockets*

2005-12-05 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *lofts a brow at the papers, but doesn't say anything* How long has he been asleep? *she nods toward Warfox*

2005-12-05 [crowfeather]: Crimson: last night would be the first time in the last maybe 3 days... *shrugs slightly*

2005-12-05 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *sighs* Best let him sleep then. And what about you?

2005-12-05 [crowfeather]: Crimson: .....................*looks at her then shrugs slightly then shakes her head* used to it....

2005-12-05 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *sighs* Sooner or later, it's going to catch up with you........

2005-12-05 [crowfeather]: Crimson: and? your point being? *stretches and yawns slightly* figure once I die I'll get all the sleep I want

2005-12-05 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *chuckle* Only that sooner or later you're going to have to sleep, otherwise you won't be able to function properly..

2005-12-05 [crowfeather]: Crimson: .................. *doesn't say anything, looking at her for a moment then at her hands as she sits there. *

2005-12-05 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *still laying in the truck he mumbles.* "what do you want to talk to me about?"

2005-12-05 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *pivots on a heel, looking toward the truck* Huh?

2005-12-05 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *chuckles* hey there sleepy head.. we have company

2005-12-05 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *stands up, and jumps out of the truck, wearing his armored black vest, and gear.* "so I could hear."

2005-12-05 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *lofts a brow, her head canted slightly. She absent-mindedly places a hand near the small of her back, her eyes on the young girl*

2005-12-05 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *reaches into the truck and tosses Warfox his usual gun before grabbing her own bag strapping it to her and pulling herself up onto the roof of the truck*

2005-12-05 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *notices Alith's movement, and faster then the eye, two short blades emerge from his bracelets, and start to glow a light blue.*

2005-12-05 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *her voice low* I mean you no harm...

2005-12-05 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *his green eyes lay cold and professional as he stares at her as if reading her.* "under the circumstances im having a hard time believing you."

2005-12-05 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *lofts a brow* Under the circumstances? If I was planning on something, I would've already tried last night.

2005-12-05 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: "what do you want?"

2005-12-05 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *she slowly lets her hand fall to her side, issuing for two words* Franz Wilkins.

2005-12-05 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: "sounds familiar.."

2005-12-05 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *watches the banter between the two as she sits on the roof between the two while twirling one of her knives in her hand. tilts her head slightly and her movements were fluid and almost cat like*

2005-12-05 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *looks down at her cycle* He's a scientist...

2005-12-05 [crowfeather]: Crimson: hn.. one of those... *shakes her head slightly, notices the slight glare from Warfox* what?? okay okay shutting up... *keeps her silence as she continues to twirl her knife in her hand*

2005-12-05 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *slices her left hand and waits for the blood to begin to bead up before licking the wound, softly sucking on it as she watches Ailith*

2005-12-05 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *looks up at Crimson, a brow lofted*

2005-12-05 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *pauses what she was doing* yes?

2005-12-05 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *shakes her head, then returns her gaze to Warfox*

2005-12-05 [crowfeather]: Crimson: hn.. *shakes her head slightly and puts her knife away, looking around the area almost like a dog as she sees if there was any movement besides the rebles taking care of their dead and wounded*

2005-12-06 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *his blades slip back into the bracelets.* "so what does this have to do with me?"

2005-12-06 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *crawls over to the edge of the truck and looks down at Warfox, smiling* gee... did you do something bad.. again? ^^

2005-12-06 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *sighs* I was hoping you would have information on his whereabouts....

2005-12-06 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *looks at the woman slightly upside down from her perch on the truck* hunter?

2005-12-06 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *shakes her head* Hunter? No..no..he, uh..owes me his life, though..

2005-12-07 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *folds his arms as if humored as he turns ad walks to get into the truck.* "ive heard enough.."

2005-12-07 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *looks down at Warfox and tilts her head* you want me to do anything?

2005-12-07 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *warily eyes Warfox, then swings a leg over her cycle* Twas useless, me coming here... *she starts her cycle and drives off*

2005-12-07 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *has a small sadistic smile on her face, looks down at Warfox* guessing you don't like her company...

2005-12-07 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *throws a bag in the truck, as he pulls out his 45, and puts it in his holster.* "something wasnt right about her.."

2005-12-07 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *lowers herself a bit more* you want me to track her or something?

2005-12-07 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: "no, something tells me we'll be seeing her soon enough.."

2005-12-07 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *lowers herself to the ground and manages to stand* you know.. she may be a merc but she has the movements of ex-military..

2005-12-07 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *points at Crimson's field dressing on her legs.* "so I noticed.."

2005-12-07 [crowfeather]: Crimson: what am I? a magnet for every former soldier in the area?? gees... *pouts and ends up twirling one of her knives*

2005-12-07 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *for your information you came to me, when you were going to kill me.."

2005-12-07 [crowfeather]: Crimson: hey hey hey... kill maybe.. steal yes... besides you guys were the ones that wanted me to come along on this little joy ride of yours for some damn reason.... and you haven't even given me a target.... *frowns slightly*

2005-12-07 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: "it wasnt us guys, it was Tarron...where the hell is anyways, he should have been back by now!"

2005-12-07 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *shrugs her shoulders and indicates to the forest* caught him last night looking around for stuff.. no idea why... all I was doing was scavenging.. *indicates to the things in the truck* thought that we could use some of them...

2005-12-07 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: "well he needs to get back here soon, i dont like sticking around here.."

2005-12-07 [crowfeather]: Crimson: man I have no idea where the hell that man is....

2005-12-07 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *i dont want to stay here much longer."

2005-12-07 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *glances up at him* where will we go after this anyways?

2005-12-07 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: "far away from here, well have to discuss it when Tarron gets back. Until then, im going to get some more sleep.."

2005-12-07 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *nods her head a little and watches him lay down again on one of the sleeping bags. climbs up onto the roof again and sighs, keeping a look out*

2005-12-07 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *from several yards away, among the trees, she silently watches the duo, unsure of what to do* Hm... *After a while, she sighs, then sits on the forest floor, her eyes drooping, and dozes off*

2005-12-07 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *yawns softly but twirls her knife to keep her mind occupied with something, in the distance noticing the small figure of the woman earlier but notices that she wasn't causing any harm* strange strange merc..

2005-12-07 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *a few hours later hears a faint rustling sound, quickly looking over in that direction only to be hit in the arm with something* o_<... ow... *looks down to find a dart sticking out of her arm, gingerly pulling it out before noticing that she had a light headed/want to pass out feeling. tries to get up but stumbles, falling off the truck and onto the ground with a thud and soft groan*

2005-12-07 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *loads a round into the chamnber of his rifle, as he lasy in the truck. He gets out and walks over to Crimson being very cautious.*

2005-12-07 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *looks up at Warfox blurry eyed and tries to move, as if none of her limbs really wanted to work at the moment. completely dizzy she manages to pull herself up and lean heavily against the truck, points slightly in the direction that the dart came from*

2005-12-07 [Averon]: Tarron: *runs to the group that was gathered together gasping for breath* Lets go you guys.

2005-12-07 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *remembered that she had left her bag on the roof of the truck but in her current state it felt like the entire ground was moving. staggers slightly as she attempts to walk only to drop to her knees then watches as the ground came rushing to her face and everything going black*

2005-12-08 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *jumps up and grabs her bag off the top of the truck.* "Tarron, grab Crimson, lets get the hell out of here!"

2005-12-08 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *she could hear their voices and feel their touch but she couldn't open her eyes or respond as she layed on the ground*

2005-12-08 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *jumps on her cycle, starts it, then races toward the truck*

2005-12-08 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *after they are all in, he starts up the armored truck, and hits the gas.*

2005-12-08 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *tries to open up her eyes, manages to utter a whimper as she tries to move or at least tell someone that she was still alive*

2005-12-08 [Averon]: Tarron: I got you Crim your ok *lays her in his lap and strokes her hair* Damn this all...

2005-12-08 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *hears Tarron's voice and tries to move in responce, only able to feel her thumb move slightly*

2005-12-08 [Averon]: Tarron: You've been poisoned Crim *digs through one of his bags and finds a few leaves* This is a strong anti-toxin only I am not sure if you will be able to chew it well enough to extract the anti-toxins. *looks into her eyes and is lost again in her beauty that he onl saw* But I can do that for you..

2005-12-08 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *he may be able to look at her eyes but for her everything was black, tries to respond as she manages to will herself to nod slightly. she was scared out of her mind and fustrated that she couldn't see, move or even talk but could hear and feel everything*

2005-12-08 [Averon]: Tarron: *chewed the leaves in his mouth and held her close, then he felt the extract and he gently pressed his lips to hers letting the anti-toxin seap through his lips into her mouth*

2005-12-08 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *gasping softly as the anti-toxins start to take affect, feels Tarron's lips pull away and close her eyes for her. feels the truck finally stop* 

2005-12-08 [Averon]: Tarron: *cradels crimson in his arms and starts to feel the after effect of chewing the leaves for her. The truth was if you chewed them enough they could kill you but he spit out the remenants of the leaves and drank some water so he was sure that he'd be fine* Warfox where are we going *bangs on the drivers cab*

2005-12-08 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *her voice was weak and a barely audible whisper* notes... where are my notes? *she had no idea where her bag or jacket were since they were tossed into the truck in a rush*

2005-12-08 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *follow behind, but in plain view*

2005-12-08 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *she could feel that she was slowly gaining movement in her limbs as she opens her eyes enough to see blurred shapes and figures of the truck. forces herself to get up and finds that all of her notes were acountable. *

2005-12-08 [Averon]: Tarron: I laid them there for you Crim *he whispers gently into her ear* WHo is that outside?

2005-12-08 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *still disoriented a bit* if it's a lady then probably Ailith.. if not I have no idea... nnn.. *tips slightly in his arms as she tries to see who it was*

2005-12-08 [Averon]: Tarron: Ok then Ailith it is.. You need to rest crim you're still recovering *hugs her*

2005-12-08 [crowfeather]: Crimson: I'm fine... really.. *with his hug she realizes how weak she truely was at the moment which she hated. On the streets she would be able to take care of herself but here she was having to depend on others to care for her. tries to sit up on her own*

2005-12-09 [Averon]: Tarron: *whispered into her ear* We all need rest sometimes

2005-12-09 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *unable to help herself ends up passing out in his arms, softly breathing as her bottom lip trembled slightly*

2005-12-09 [Averon]: Tarron: *Caressed her hair and face gently and places her head gently on his chest* Sleep crim your safe

2005-12-09 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *was sound asleep, though with all of the various drugs in her system from being interigated and now the dart coupled with the pain that she's been in since her legs were torn up her bottom lip continued to tremble slightly. her limp exausted form stayed resting against his warm chest*

2005-12-09 [Averon]: Tarron: *Saw her lip tremble and decided to do something about it. He kissed her and held her aginst him as he did so, he felt his passion for her flare at that moment. He loved her and he knew it but did she?*

2005-12-09 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *slept against Tarron, oblivious to Ailith opening the back of the truck to check on everyone*

2005-12-09 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *softly* Is she alright?

2005-12-09 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *wakes up slightly to the woman's voice and manages to open her eyes, glancing over at her* alright... is a relative term... *smiles slightly*

2005-12-09 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *sighs* You need rest...

2005-12-09 [crowfeather]: Crimson: eh I'll be fine.. I've managed to survive... even with the 15 injections of crap the cops gave me... *tries to focus her eyes* so.. if you didn't care or weren't curious then why the hell follow us? you have no ties to us..

2005-12-09 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *smiles faintly* I have no where else to go...

2005-12-09 [crowfeather]: Crimson: think your bike can fit next to my jeep.. *indicates to the vehicle that was inside of the truck. manages to get up after kissing Tarron's nose* on second thought go ahead and put the bike in her.. my jeep is causing the truck to run too slow... *tosses her bag and jacket into the vehicle*

2005-12-09 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *sighs, obeying*

2005-12-09 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *ends up driving the jeep out of the truck and turns, smiling and patting the stearing wheel* yeah you know you missed me..

2005-12-09 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *lofts a brow* Missed you? I hardly know you..and I was hardly gone..

2005-12-09 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *could help but smirk* was talking to my jeep.. I know you could probably care less about any of us...

2005-12-09 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *Walks over to Ailith.* "look, what do you want from us?"

2005-12-09 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: * sighs * I have no where to go...you are the only people I'm not trying to kill...

2005-12-09 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: "i dont trust you....a while ago you said you had something to tell me, what was it?"

2005-12-09 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *looks at crimson for a moment* Not in front of her...

2005-12-09 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *grabs her arm, and pulls over to the front of the truck.*

2005-12-09 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *gasps at the hand on her*

2005-12-09 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: "now what is it?"

2005-12-09 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *scoff* I was asked to protect her...

2005-12-09 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: "by who?"

2005-12-09 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *shrugs* I don't ask questions..I just do.

2005-12-09 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *pins her to the hood of the truck.* "listen, I dont care what your morals are, if you get in the way, or hurt any of my team, ill kill you...."

2005-12-09 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *smirks as she shakes her head slightly, her thoughts snapping out of a daydream* I wasn't planning on it...

2005-12-09 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *looks into her eyes, his blond spikey hair blowing in the wind, as he tries to figure out what she is thinking. he turns and starts to walk back towards the back of the truck*

2005-12-09 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *lets out a breath as she stands of her own accord, and slowly follow him to the back of the truck*

2005-12-09 [dead~spirit]: *a brown owl flows over and lands on the truck, hooting at Ailith, its golden eyes catch her attention.*

2005-12-09 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *she jerks her attention to the owl, canting her head*

2005-12-09 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *notices the owl and raises an eyebrow* bad luck... *glances over at Warfox and Ailith* so ladies and gentlemen... we moving or not.. I could be in a city right now....

2005-12-09 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *waves away the owl, an almost icy glare sent it its direction as it flies off the truck* Ay, she's right

2005-12-09 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *smirks slightly* a merc verses an owl... interesting pairing... *Ailith sees her playing with a small silver orb the size of a large marble*

2005-12-09 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *ignores the remark*

2005-12-09 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *noticed that Ailith doesn't react to the comment, shrugs slightly* you have room in the truck now for your bike at least...

2005-12-09 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *puts her bike in the truck. Done, she pivots on a heel, her eyes warily watching Warfox*

2005-12-09 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *raises an eyebrow at the exchaged glances, not exactly sure what to make of what was going on*

2005-12-10 [Averon]: Tarron: "Welcome aboard Ailith." *helps her put her bike into the truch then sits nuzzling Crimson* "I don't believe we have been formally introduced I am Tarron." *extends a hand to Aitith*

2005-12-10 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *hesitants for only a moment before taking the proferred hand in her own slender one, giving it a slight shake* Nice to meet you..

2005-12-10 [crowfeather]: Crimson: my aren't we such a disfunctional family...

2005-12-10 [Averon]: Tarron: Aren't we *laughs some then lays Crims head on his shoulder*

2005-12-10 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *blinks, not realizing that he had moved over to the driver's side of the jeep. smiles rests against him*

2005-12-10 [Averon]: Tarron: *holds her close as he reaches deep inot one of his pockets for another dose of anti-toxin for her*

2005-12-10 [crowfeather]: Crimson: hm? *noticed that Tarron was digging through his pockets* Tarron... what are you doing? I'll be fine.. really.. managed to get my jeep out of the truck at least

2005-12-10 [Averon]: Tarron: That is because the dart hasn't reacted with the other poisons yet *finds some leaves* Trust me if it doesn't get distilled from your system you will be sent into shock. And I don't know if I can help you when that happens

2005-12-10 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *she shakes her head* it's only designed to disable... *blinks and quickly look down, keeping her mouth shut*

2005-12-10 [Averon]: Tarron: If you say so *places the leaves back in his pocket and looks around*

2005-12-10 [crowfeather]: Crimson: I'll.. be right back... want to check on something.... *starts up the jeep*

2005-12-10 [Averon]: Tarron: Go right ahead *continues to lok of into the distande wondering where they were*

2005-12-10 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *nods and drives off, talking to herself* damn it how the hell did they find me out here? Fucking suits...

2005-12-10 [Averon]: Tarron: Wait Crim!! *he yells to her hoping she will hear him*

2005-12-10 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *hears Tarron yelling for some reason, makes a sharp U-turn and comes to a stop*

2005-12-10 [Averon]: Tarron: Mind if I come with you?

2005-12-11 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *sighs and frowns slightly then nods her head* get in.. just don't ask questions

2005-12-13 [Averon]: Tarron: RIght Crim *hopps on in and shuts his mouth instantly*

2005-12-13 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *drives off in silence, her eyes scanning the area seeing if she could notice anything*

2005-12-16 [Averon]: Tarron: *looks at the stars and wonders where they are going*

2005-12-16 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *eventually drives back towards the truck after a few hours, taking note of various things*

2005-12-16 [Averon]: Tarron: A scouting mission?

2005-12-16 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *glances at him* you might say that...

2005-12-16 [Averon]: Tarron: As you say Crim. *steps out of the truck* this place still creeps me out....

2005-12-16 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *rests against the steering wheel and tries to think. she knew that those that shot her with the dart were still out there looking for her but at the moment there wasn't much she could do*

2005-12-16 [Averon]: Tarron: *Gets out of the car* Come crim you need to rest *picks her out of the car and walks into the back of the truck*

2005-12-16 [crowfeather]: Crimson: I'm fine.. *finds that she was resting her head against his chest as he carries her off*

2005-12-16 [Averon]: Tarron: Every time you say that you aren't *presses his lips to hers* I worry about you

2005-12-16 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *wasn't even thinking when she ends up kissing him* I'm just a little tired.. that's all....

2005-12-16 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *sneaks up behind some men in camoflauge with tranqualizer rifles. his silver hair hanging infront of his eyes, as he slides his katana quietly out of its sheath hanging at his back.*

2005-12-16 [G:/enesis~]: *the men unaware that they are being watched, just sit around, laughing.* "ok guys listen, well wait till nightfall, and then well get her.."

2005-12-16 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *like lightning he streaks out of the shadows, slicing the men in half. they let out a blood curdling scream that echos to Tarron and the rest. As fast as he attacked, he disappears into the shadows and is gone..*

2005-12-16 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *wakes up suddenly breathing heavily, blinking and looks around as the realization that she was in the truck again. in the dimness of night she quietly crawls out of the vehicle and stands, looking around the area*

2005-12-17 [Averon]: *Tarron grabs his rifle immediately and searches for anything moving so he can send a 50cal hollow point round into it* "Crimson get in the vehicle now." *This was a commanding voice he had known these tactics and he didn't like them*

2005-12-17 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *blinks at the tone but nods and grabs her jacket and bag from the jeep and goes back into the truck*

2005-12-17 [Averon]: Tarron: *remains scanning the forest for movement then slowly backs into the truck and closes the heavily armoured doors behind him.* "Ok we are going to leave this place now and visit somewhere I call home, the underground." *With that said he enters the drivers seat and starts the truck*

2005-12-17 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *takes shotgun, holding his M4 ready to shoot, out the window.* "what the hell is going on?"

2005-12-17 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *feels the truck start and blinks, grabbing her things and quickly scurrying out not wanting to leave her jeep behind. tosses her things into the passenger seat in the back she starts up the jeep*

2005-12-19 [Averon]: Tarron: "We are getting the hell out of here to somewhere where we can find out what is going on*

2005-12-19 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *was trembling slightly as she starts up her jeep*

2005-12-19 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *knew what ever it was, it was bad if they were shaken up this bad. He loads a 200 round drum clip into the bottom of his m4.*

2005-12-19 [crowfeather]: Crimson: I'll meet up with you guys later... *ends up driving off without waiting for a comment, speading through the grasslands*

2005-12-19 [Averon]: Tarron: that isn't good she was thier target and offf she goes aalone

2005-12-20 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *is a little confused.* "what the hell is going on?!!?"

2005-12-20 [Averon]: Tarron: Listen if we let her go off on her own she will get killed we need to do sometheing

2005-12-20 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *he grabs some extra mags out of the back seat.* "then follow her.."

2005-12-20 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *continues to drive, trying to make as much distance between her and the sound of attack. she could feel her heart beating in her chest, a familiar feeling she had grown to hate*

2005-12-20 [Averon]: Tarron: *Starts up the vehicle and charges after Crim*

2005-12-20 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *looks at Tarron.* "you know something about her... what is it?"

2005-12-20 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *the men notice how much distance she had made between her and the truck as she continues speeding across the grass lands.*

2005-12-20 [Averon]: Tarron: SHe is wanted, she is a genious in espionage and electronics the last surviving member of a family that was killed because her father formed a program so dangerous that he was killed to keep it secret.

2005-12-20 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *freezes up, as if having a flash back, then shakes his head, and tightens his grip around his m4.* "well were loosing her.."

2005-12-20 [Averon]: Tarron: "I FUCKING KNOW THAT" *he presses harder on the gas reaching the vehicles maximum speed of 100 mp*

2005-12-20 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *hears the sound of a gun shot and out of instinct she quickly turns the wheel of the jeep to the right, causing the vehicle to slide slightly as it makes a sharp turn and heads in the direction of south west as if she knew she was about to be followed.*

2005-12-20 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *seems to go into a trans. he nods as if listening to someone, and then wakes out of it.* "were going to loose her.."

2005-12-20 [Averon]: Tarron: We got shots Warfox can you counter for me *He screams to warfox as he struggles to handle the truch to follow crimcon*