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He eyed the limp form of the real Chris. It was eerie, though he wasn't sure he had the right to be weirded out by it. After all, he was the impostor here. But he had the tattoo with Dawson. He'd made the moves. He'd done something that the real Chris hadn't gotten to.

He was still real, in some ways.

"I'm gonna die? For him?"

The way she was feeling him around during their hug made him realize she was probably checking for untold wounds. It was confirmed when she looked him in the eye, it didn't seem as a friendly manner but more in a medical professional way. She was looking for something. Milo simply laughed it off, especially with her squeak. Her hands didn't get too far from his as he took them into his own before they pulled away from his face.

"Awesome," for the injured hunter getting the help he needed and for them both being alright. "You got some too?" He questioned, glancing at her hands in his. There didn't seem to be any sign of crystals on her hands like his, maybe her's were elsewhere. But it was kind of nice to know it wasn't just some freak accident with him. Whatever this was. Seemed to be helpful.

"Oh, right, we should get going." Milo realized. He paused before he took a step and then grinned, "think I could get us there faster." Before she could say anything, least protest, the Sun reached down and hooked an arm under his knees and hoisted her up bridal style. "Hold on, Noemi-chan!"

And he was off, the pair of them towards the remains of the life labs. Oh yeah, he was going to take advantage of this power up while he could. Who knew how long it would last.

Cameron had been helping Claude remove rubble to find her brother when both of Abbi's text came within each other. Yes she was safe.

No she wasn't? The second text startled him a little, before his eyes narrowed over glasses. He shoved them up, tucked the phone back in his pocket and patted Claude's butt, "Oi Pirate Princess. I'll be back to help you in a bit. Got a urgent SOS."

He didn't really leave much time for the woman to answer cause first, he was ditching her and second, he hit and run dat a** while he did so. He'd be paying for it later.

He exited out of the building, finding the back section of them and trying to spot some short ginger in fancy lace. Last time he had seen her was when she snuck out of his bed.

"You look like s**t." was the first thing that came out, when he leaned down at her side, only finding her as she stood out among rubble. "What the ******** you doing...or did out here Abbi?"

Infirmary Remains

Cameron was totally going to get something later for that hit and run a** pat. It was tucked away into the corner of her mind for later--much later. When they weren't in the middle of a building holding on by a few shreds. And when her brother was safe.

She still couldn't see him, and she couldn't hear him, and her normally calm voice kicked up a few notches along with the panic. "Lex!?" Standing there looking about was getting her absolutely no where, and even if starting to pull back some rubble was equally futile, at least she'd be busy. Without further hesitation, she started to pull back pieces of rubble.

Somewhere... Basement?

Uh oh.

Kyle felt the ground shift beneath his feet and immediately quickened his pace, not at all wanting to stick around when it gives way entirely eventually. "... leave me. Save yourself at least. This will all amount to nothing if both of us die here." Pulling back a little to give Cheryl a long and hard look, he tightened his grip around her, stubborn still despite the very real possibility of imminent danger and even death. "No can do. We have our orders and I refuse to leave this place empty-handed."

As if in response to that, there was a rumbling sound in the distant and then the ground disappeared much to their horror. Clinging tightly onto him, the huntress screamed. < You probably should have listened to her. > Semaj remarked dryly in his mind with a sigh. < And leave her to die? You know that I can't do that Semaj. > Kyle sent back to the incubus, wincing at the screaming as he looked around for something anything that could help. Not that it was going to make a difference since he was going to have to abandon Cheryl in order to regain the use of his hands. If he managed to survive this... fall somehow, he was pretty sure he was going to be deaf no thanks to his charge.

Joy.

And just as he was about to abandon all hope of actually surviving this, there was a burst of light and then the horrible feeling of free falling into empty space stopped, replaced entirely by a gradual descent to the ground that was 20 feet beneath him. Cheryl was sobbing tears of joy and relief right now. Sinking to his knees, Kyle looked around and above him, trying to regain his bearings as he tried to fathom what had actually just happened back there. "... s**t. I actually thought for a moment there that we were never going to make it. Was that your doing Semaj?"

< Nope. What in the name of Jack just happened Kyle? >

"If that wasn't you, then who...?"

Hurricane

His expression fell at the clone's reaction, but then he supposed it was a bittersweet memory now. A tie that wouldn't mean anything once one end was severed. But Dawson always did have the unfortunate habit of remember every remotely significant figure in his lifetime, even the ones that weren't exactly human. It wasn't any wonder his heart bled so easily with that many names and faces and moments bloating it.

"Yer savin' him," he said quietly. "That matters more."

Unsure of exactly what was required, Dawson gestured him closer and hoped that proximity was all that was necessary to kickstart the process. The faster this happened, the faster he could put it behind him--and the closer he would be to finally just letting himself collapse.

Basement Lab level 1

Putting his eyes on Peyton - who seemed relatively unharmed, if disheveled and…well, best to not think on it just yet - brought a relieved smile to Andrew Miller’s face. The fact that she immediately set about ordering him around was even more of a relief and he gave her a saucy wink before doing exactly as she’d asked, ignoring her commentary on the infirmary in favor of calling to the trapped woman so he could locate her. Another rumble of muted noise and shifting debris came through before he managed to find his quarry. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here, I’ll get you out. Just try to stay calm and let me know if something I do causes pain.”

Mostly it was cement, crumbling with a few bits of rebar threaded through and some insulation, but at least two large pieces were weighing down on the lighter stuff. Even so, it didn’t take Andy long before he’d excavated the captive and helped her up onto her feet; one ankle was swollen and she was bleeding and scraped up, but the Infirmary would take care of that. Well…someone that wasn’t him would have to see to her wounds, Andy didn’t have any real first-aid skills save for the most basic and the damned building still seemed likely to fall down around their ears. More important to get out than bandaid anyone. “Get out, quick as you can. The stairs should still be okay.” He gestured to the brunette and clasped her shoulder gently. “Go on, we’ll be right behind you.”

“Peyton, c’mon. Let’s get out of here before something else happens.” Andy watched but the diminutive woman seemed even less inclined to get moving than some of the concrete slabs. “Hey, ‘cmon. Pey—“ With a bit of a frown, the blond stepped through the rubble until he could grab his friend’s hand, but even insistent pressure didn’t make Peyton move. “Dammit, what’s wrong with—y’know what, ’s fine. You’re coming with me one way or another!”

And that would be how Peyton ended up hoisted over Andy’s broad shoulder with his big hand across her behind, dangling so her view was either his backside or the ground, as he headed towards the stairs - and towards air not filled with particulate.