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Absentmindedly, Marie turned to her companion and said, "Nah...Tarn's gonna kill you. My commander'll jus' flay me alive." She winced and touched her back at the thought. However, she didn't come away empty handed. The bolt could be analyzed for things that could help them track down this 'Condor' group.

"It twasn't that bad, though. I c'n still get a few nibblin's off th' bolt. Tell Tarn that we c'n still salvage th' whole thing. I'll go wiv ya...fer moral support." She sighed and shook her head. 'Moral support. What kinda partner am I? I'll take th' blame fer her, seein as how I don' report ta Tarn anyways.'

When they rounded the corner and approached the group, Marie put her arm out to stop Amelia. "I'll handle this," she whispered. Tarn looked at the two impatiently, so she quickly approached him and started explaining the situation. His expression went from bad to worse when she mentioned the man getting away, and from worse to horrible when she tried to explain that she could fix the situation. Marie could tell why Amelia was afraid of this man, but she kept a cool head.

If he tried to do anything but verbally reprimand her, she was prepared to...defend herself. She certainly knew how, and wouldn't have a problem with just one man. His teammates, however, might be a problem. She was still worn out from the fight earlier, and she knew Amelia would be forced to join in if it came to blows...on the other side. It would be suicide to attack one's commanding officer.