[The men exiting the building begin to fire upon him in a futile attempt to thwart his escape. Daniels is accelerating too fast for anyone to get a good shot at him and he quickly is fading into the dark distance.]
Once to the safety of the drop-zone, Daniels assesses his wounds. The drop-zone is not far from where he was caught off guard by the explosion. It is in an empty parking lot of a ravaged shopping center. He steps out of the jeep and stands in front of it to examine himself in the light of the headlights. His left leg is soaked in blood but it doesn't hurt. there is a large area of flesh exposed through the remains of his TESS that was caused by the blast. There is no sign of any damage. Astounded he tears off his helmet and feels his head for the big scar he felt earlier, but its gone. Even the hair in that region of his head is already beginning to grow as he feels light stubble underneath his fingertips searching for scar tissue. Everywhere he has bled from before has healed. He picks up his helmet from the ground and peers through the hole blown in it as the whisper of a USEG stealth drive chopper approaching from just beyond some buildings begins to grow near. This strange anomaly of his wounds does not need to be discovered by anyone just yet so he quickly rips off most off the bloody parts of his suit and tosses them along with his helmet off into a nearby pile of debris. As the chopper emerges from over a building across the parking lot and maneuvers to land for his extraction, he briskly walks to the passenger side of the jeep and grabs the case before running over and jumping aboard. The pilot does not hesitate to quickly lift off the ground as soon as Daniels had enough of his body on board to safely fly away.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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