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Mac made it hard for Emily to lug him out of the building. Once they made it to the air, Emily let go of Mac. She stood with her hands on her knees, letting some of the blood drip onto the floor. Unsure if it was hers or someone elses, Emily tried to stop her heart from beating so fast. She looked down at her knuckled hand, the red liquid sticking to her leg. "Jesus." She sniffed, realizing a lot of the blood was coming from her nose. Leaning up, she looked at Mac, probably looking a little beat up, but there was still a small grin of satisfaction on her face. Nothing beat a little fisticuffs now and then. Before she could say anything else, Emily heard an ear shattering explosion. She immediately put her hand on her gun, hoping that it was nothing. But when Taner emerged triumphantly, Emily relaxed a bit, sighing with relief.
The grab was unexpected. Cait wasn't sure who's hands were who's, but she didn't like being picked up. She smacked her fists down onto the back, "Put me down!" She screeched. However, when she looked up, she saw the crowd getting smaller and smaller. Taner must be carrying her away. The explosion was loud and it made Cait jerk a bit. His joke also made her jerk. She jumped off him as soon as he was stationary, "I ain't a piece of meat you can pull around!" She huffed, angry that he'd just done so. Even though she saw why, it still wasn't okay with her. "Ah, you two look a state." She turned and pointed at Emily mainly. The chems still in her system were clouding her vision and making her eyes twitch a bit. Cait rubbed her eyes, trying to clear her vision.
"You don't look too good yourself." Emily sniffed, then spitting out some blood. "Can we decide what we're gonna do from now on? I'm not made of steel." Emily turned to Taner mostly, knowing she was more likely to get plans from him than anyone else.