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Imogen looked at Mark as he came over to help her. Her head turned to where she could see Riordan stalking back to them. She had heard the gunshots and seeing him meant the other person must be dead. The scientist was relieved to see the man though she was concentrating more on the body she was trying to move.

She didn’t think about the other shooter, though she knew in the back of her mind that she should. She couldn’t think about the woman she was moving, just that she needed to move her. There was blood on her hands but Imogen didn’t want to think about that either.

“Will you stop moving me please?”

The voice was a shaky whisper but there was a stern undertone to it.

Imogen jumped and grabbed Mark’s arm.

“George!” The scientist's eyes were wide, her words just above a whisper. She looked to Riordan. "She is..."

George frowned up at them cutting off Imogen's words. “Why are you moving me? I am bleeding everywhere. Geez people, first aid then move the victim."

It stung. Her whole arm was on fire. Her eyes moved to her left shoulder. Her black shirt had a new hole and there was blood soaking into the sleeve. She could feel it running down her arm. With a grunt she pushed herself up to sit using her right hand and then clamped it on the wound. George’s face was pale.

“What is the status of the rest of the team?” She looked at the pair who stood over her. "Get me something to hold on the wound.”

Imogen nodded and bolted to the RV. She ran as fast as her legs could take her.

George looked at Mark. “The team? Where are they? Get Atticus ready to go blow this place down.”

She was beyond angry. Arasaka has fucked with the wrong people/

George felt a little sick and took a large inhale in. Looks like a clean shot through. That was at least a comfort. Her eyes fell to Riordan. He looked half crazed and angrier than she had ever seen him.

Imogen ran back with the first aid kit. She slid her knees beside George and began pulling out a large piece of gauze. George took it and pushed it on her shoulder. She hissed through her teeth. Her eyes closed for a moment and then opened again.

Imogen frowned. “There is only one wound....”