"Come on, Lynx!"
Awake, Jessica gaped up at Raptor staring from beneath the shelter of a blank sky. Looking down, she noticed a clay-like substance plastered over her hip wound. Whatever it was, it stopped the bleeding. He had administered first-aid while she dreamt, which brought back a reality of debts she would not soon forget. "Thanks?" she mumbled, half lucid.
Raptor brushed off her response. "Now's the worst time to be sleeping!"
Jessica awkwardly turned her neck and laid eyes on Beelz, who was crouched beside David. The redhead held his hand, fingers on his pulse. She then stood tall and somber with her bloodied face and sundered gear, turning eyes of solemn acquiescence on Jessica. Dissent's leader looked as war-torn as their surroundings, yet alive.
"You ready?"
"Why you looking at me?" Jessica said, regaining her vitality.
"Your boots." Beelz pointed. "You're our ticket off this place, which is set to blow in about a minute. Midnight."
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