!qQigT1sixA 03/11/12(Sun)20:39 No.18292210|
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At the hospital, the SIN register glitched and identified Dervish as SERGEANT Garrett Jordan, veteran of the Amazonia conflict. We weren't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, as he was in a coma, with the bullet lodged just into his brain, somewhere between his frontal and temporal lobes. It was bizarrely impersonal, seeing the big, burly, jocular street sammy just lying there, limp as a ragdoll, his face swathed in bandages, his mouth slightly agape. The doctors told us that he was lucky he had bone lacing augs, or else the damage could have been a lot worse, but the chances were still high that he wouldn't survive.
The team vowed that the chances were high that the enemy running team wouldn't survive, after this bullshit. With nothing left to do for Dervish, we piled back into the van and made for Everett, hoping to catch the team before they left their safehouse.
Turning the van over to the gridlink for the time being, 2D popped his flyspy over to Everett and saw that the enemy team was piling into two vehicles, a sedan and the stepvan from earlier. Both had polarized windows, so either could have the girl. Taking a 50-50 chance, 2D dove and began hacking the sedan as the rival mage traced Geppetto's spirit and sent a Beast Spirit after us.
A gigantic wild boar, mane ablaze with astral fire, manifested across the freeway from us and began charging the van headlong. 2D was zonked, hacking the sedan, but luckily Geppetto had prepared for this eventuality.