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   ~Cameron and Myra crept back along the surface towards the Bellagio, sticking to collapsed buildings and darkened crawlspaces, anywhere that was out of the obvious open. Cameron had travelled these parts before and was guiding Myra back to her team.

   ~They moved all the way to the back of the Bellagio, Cameron once again pulled out the SAT-link thermal imaging GPS a lot of the red blobs signifying average human body heat had dispersed and spread out around the hotel, there was still a small cluster in the far left, Cameron produced a set of thermal goggles to scan which floor they were on, and as luck would have it they were fourth floor, which was ground level at the back of the Bellagio.

   “How many people in your team” Cameron whispered so low that I could hardly hear even with my advanced sense, I was guessing he was being silent on purpose, considering he made as crawl at two inches per second to get here. I counted them up in my head, well the ones I could remember anyway, there was Harper, Jon who was shot in the butt, and Veii... oh my god Veii, I really hope he’s ok.

   “Myra... How many?” Cameron whispered a little louder this time.

   Crumpets Wupo give a girl some time, let’s see. Seventeen in a team; lost three in the initial attack... oh and Maes, ugh that’s an unwanted memory. I wrote ‘12’ into the sand taking out myself and Maes, Cameron read it with a frown.

   “I only got eight bodies on thermal, they are being kept in a cell in the northwest corner. If there is anyone else in there is no hope for them”

   I opened my mouth to protest and Wupo closed it back up shushing me with his finger, then pointing up angrily. I looked up and saw nothing, I looked back towards Wupo and he was already crawling towards the northwest corner. I took another look up and decided to shake it off following Wupo to the corner.

   He placed a small cylinder on the wall; it locked in place with a sharp grinding noise. Then shot a blast of extremely cold air onto the concrete wall, I could tell it was some sort of freezing liquid from the cold gust that blew back on my face giving me a shiver. He pulled out a silver pen type device with a red line attached; I was still very fascinated at this point. He used the red line as a guide to trace a large circle with the pen that was emitting a glowing red laser into the wall leaving a trail of black smoke to smoulder from the wall.

   Completing the revolution he grabbed a handle on the small cylinder and pulled the perfectly cut circle from the wall, amazed but more intent on getting back to my team I put my head inside the hole and came shooting straight back out again. The initial freight was bad enough without the two hundred pound beast pinning me against the sand, it’s large powerful jaw snapped shut inches from my nose and tastily enough a drop of the beasts saliva found way into my open mouth.

   I didn’t want to fight the beast, I wanted to brush my teeth. Imagine taking the denture glass of a hundred year old man, top the glass up with bile from a rotting animals stomach, blow dry the crap out of it until it’s all salty and warm, crush a couple of dead bugs in it; just for fun, then take a large mouthful and somehow manage to swallow that... yeah, now double it!

   Luckily whilst I was contemplating the single worst experience of my whole life the beast had apparently just fed and wasn’t interested in Longwood desert, it galloped off to freedom and the massive weight lifted from my chest finally gave me room to throw up, no not breath, breathing came after, prioritise people.

   Wupo entered the Bellagio, and from the smell of the room I could tell I really didn’t want to go in there, funnily enough I had smelt all of this before Wupo even cut the wall, I just thought it was how wasters’ smelt. Harper came running out and wrapped her arms around me, she was bloodied and dirty, her hair was a mess and her armour had been stripped. There was a circular blood stain on her stomach, concerned for a bullet wound I lifted her shirt in an uncharacteristically motherly type manoeuvre; I felt very protective of her now. There was dried blood in a distorted symbol on her stomach.

   “They branded us” She said through a dry sob. I was on the verge of telling her to be quiet when Wupo came back out from the Bellagio.

   “Alright let’s go” He said aloud.

   “Wha.. Shh, why are you talking” I was so confused right now “I thought we were being quiet” I said.

   “Why would we need to be quiet? Wasters can’t hear through walls” Wupo looked at me like I was an idiot.

   “But you shushed me back there” I argued.

   “I was just trying to shut you up”

   “You basta...”

   “Shhh, they can hear yelling!” Wupo matter of factly stated whilst walking past me, I was about to scream at him before I saw the rest of the team exit the hole.

   I Seen Jon who was still limping, Kai and Liana who were helping each other, the Captain and the small arrogant Asian fellow and lastly Veii, my heart raced. I was so happy to see him I rushed forward and nearly knocked him off his feet with a massive hug. He patted my back and got the rest of the way out of the wall.

   “I thought I lost you” I said almost teary, Veii picked up on it.

   “What are you gunna cry now?” He taunted, his smiled quickly faded when I jammed my right fist into his stomach, half winded he pulled himself back to his feet.

   “Damn My I was just being held captive you know” he said through shortened breath.

   “Yeah well you’d think they would have taught you a lesson” I smirked and he smiled back at me. I felt a little better even after all the evenings exhausting events. We still weren’t out of danger but I always feel safe when Veii or Q are around.

   I stepped back from Veii and looked at the gaping hole in the Bellagio wall no one else would exit. I felt bad for Dusty, I really liked him but now feared the worst. I grabbed hold of the eye-pod in my pocket and again almost shed a tear before the captain broke the silence and called everyone around.

Description
   ~Cameron and Myra crept back along the surface towards the Bellagio, sticking to collapsed buildings and darkened crawlspaces, anywhere that was out of the obvious open. Cameron had travelled these parts before and was guiding Myra back to her team.

   ~They moved all the way to the back of the Bellagio, Cameron once again pulled out the SAT-link thermal imaging GPS a lot of the red blobs signifying average human body heat had dispersed and spread out around the hotel, there was still a small cluster in the far left, Cameron produced a set of thermal goggles to scan which floor they were on, and as luck would have it they were fourth floor, which was ground level at the back of the Bellagio.

   “How many people in your team” Cameron whispered so low that I could hardly hear even with my advanced sense, I was guessing he was being silent on purpose, considering he made as crawl at two inches per second to get here. I counted them up in my head, well the ones I could remember anyway, there was Harper, Jon who was shot in the butt, and Veii... oh my god Veii, I really hope he’s ok.

   “Myra... How many?” Cameron whispered a little louder this time.

   Crumpets Wupo give a girl some time, let’s see. Seventeen in a team; lost three in the initial attack... oh and Maes, ugh that’s an unwanted memory. I wrote ‘12’ into the sand taking out myself and Maes, Cameron read it with a frown.

   “I only got eight bodies on thermal, they are being kept in a cell in the northwest corner. If there is anyone else in there is no hope for them”

   I opened my mouth to protest and Wupo closed it back up shushing me with his finger, then pointing up angrily. I looked up and saw nothing, I looked back towards Wupo and he was already crawling towards the northwest corner. I took another look up and decided to shake it off following Wupo to the corner.

   He placed a small cylinder on the wall; it locked in place with a sharp grinding noise. Then shot a blast of extremely cold air onto the concrete wall, I could tell it was some sort of freezing liquid from the cold gust that blew back on my face giving me a shiver. He pulled out a silver pen type device with a red line attached; I was still very fascinated at this point. He used the red line as a guide to trace a large circle with the pen that was emitting a glowing red laser into the wall leaving a trail of black smoke to smoulder from the wall.

   Completing the revolution he grabbed a handle on the small cylinder and pulled the perfectly cut circle from the wall, amazed but more intent on getting back to my team I put my head inside the hole and came shooting straight back out again. The initial freight was bad enough without the two hundred pound beast pinning me against the sand, it’s large powerful jaw snapped shut inches from my nose and tastily enough a drop of the beasts saliva found way into my open mouth.

   I didn’t want to fight the beast, I wanted to brush my teeth. Imagine taking the denture glass of a hundred year old man, top the glass up with bile from a rotting animals stomach, blow dry the crap out of it until it’s all salty and warm, crush a couple of dead bugs in it; just for fun, then take a large mouthful and somehow manage to swallow that... yeah, now double it!

   Luckily whilst I was contemplating the single worst experience of my whole life the beast had apparently just fed and wasn’t interested in Longwood desert, it galloped off to freedom and the massive weight lifted from my chest finally gave me room to throw up, no not breath, breathing came after, prioritise people.

   Wupo entered the Bellagio, and from the smell of the room I could tell I really didn’t want to go in there, funnily enough I had smelt all of this before Wupo even cut the wall, I just thought it was how wasters’ smelt. Harper came running out and wrapped her arms around me, she was bloodied and dirty, her hair was a mess and her armour had been stripped. There was a circular blood stain on her stomach, concerned for a bullet wound I lifted her shirt in an uncharacteristically motherly type manoeuvre; I felt very protective of her now. There was dried blood in a distorted symbol on her stomach.

   “They branded us” She said through a dry sob. I was on the verge of telling her to be quiet when Wupo came back out from the Bellagio.

   “Alright let’s go” He said aloud.

   “Wha.. Shh, why are you talking” I was so confused right now “I thought we were being quiet” I said.

   “Why would we need to be quiet? Wasters can’t hear through walls” Wupo looked at me like I was an idiot.

   “But you shushed me back there” I argued.

   “I was just trying to shut you up”

   “You basta...”

   “Shhh, they can hear yelling!” Wupo matter of factly stated whilst walking past me, I was about to scream at him before I saw the rest of the team exit the hole.

   I Seen Jon who was still limping, Kai and Liana who were helping each other, the Captain and the small arrogant Asian fellow and lastly Veii, my heart raced. I was so happy to see him I rushed forward and nearly knocked him off his feet with a massive hug. He patted my back and got the rest of the way out of the wall.

   “I thought I lost you” I said almost teary, Veii picked up on it.

   “What are you gunna cry now?” He taunted, his smiled quickly faded when I jammed my right fist into his stomach, half winded he pulled himself back to his feet.

   “Damn My I was just being held captive you know” he said through shortened breath.

   “Yeah well you’d think they would have taught you a lesson” I smirked and he smiled back at me. I felt a little better even after all the evenings exhausting events. We still weren’t out of danger but I always feel safe when Veii or Q are around.

   I stepped back from Veii and looked at the gaping hole in the Bellagio wall no one else would exit. I felt bad for Dusty, I really liked him but now feared the worst. I grabbed hold of the eye-pod in my pocket and again almost shed a tear before the captain broke the silence and called everyone around.