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"Hume, on the gun," Mikhail ordered, becoming all business. He rolled the window down and pointed his left hand - and a pokéball - at the golem in the passenger seat. With a red flash, the golem was pulled into the ball. Having returned Hume to the ball, Mikhail then reached over his shoulder out the window in a practiced motion and released David Hume, Golem, Professional Mechanic/Grease Monkey, onto the bed of the truck. The spherical rock pokémon gave a quick swing of the gun to get a feel for the machine gun turret's motion. "Epicurus," Mikhail addressed the starmie beside him, "You'll be dropping the Hammer from the side." The Hammer of Thor, as Mikhail called it, was an exceptionally accurate technique, wherein Epicurus would mentally lock on to the positions of nearby hostiles, then fire at up to three enemies a flurry of hammer-shaped Etheric projectiles with unerring accuracy. Epicurus moved to the back, anchoring itself on the side, in preparation.

"Let's ride!" Mikhail yelled, a combination of adrenaline and perhaps a bit too much confidence in the armored plating installed on his truck getting the better of him, as he began to approach, gunning the engine and (leaving eye-rolling as David Hume's only recourse) blasting pre-apocalypse classical music as he entered the fight.

He brought the truck in a power slide, sweeping David Hume's machine gun fire across the sandslashes and anywhere else there was a clear shot (mostly to suppress the sandslashes and buy Trouble some breathing-and-recovery room) as Epicurus opened fire on the humans skirmishing with Tavish while Mikhail let forth his battle cry:

"BEEEEEYEEEEEEEEEEEEEETCH! AAAAAAHAHAhaHAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa!!"

If that didn't get their attention off Tavish and the kids, nothing would.

Ramsden woke with a start. The blast had knocked him out for a minute, and he scrambled around looking for Juno and Tobi in the midst of death and chaos. "Well... Onyx are... Dead..." he was stumbling with his words. His leg was unbearable. It was going to have to be fixed with something strong and time, but he hoped he could manage with some sort of potion for a while. He'd learned those acted as morphine, so he liked to keep some on missions. Sadly though, his stock was dry so he'd left Riverdale without any. "So, next priority... Juno and Tobi." Resuming his look around, he spotted a Dragonite standing tall near a boulder, and immediately made his way towards that. Well, he would've liked to, but his leg refused to function, so rather, he immediately hopped his way to them. He readied his gun in case of need to fire, and leaned against the boulder when he got there. His gun wasn't raised but it was in his hand when he spoke. 

"Step away from the kids." his voice, regardless of being weak, held command. "I thank you for helping us, but I trust no one I've never met before thanks to my old job, regardless of previous deeds." He turned his attention to Juno, keeping his ears open for movement from Ian. "You have no idea, how incredibly sorry I am. There is nothing, not a god damn thing I can do that will repay you for what I just made you go through. Juno, I should've told you to grab on tighter before I punched it. Tobi, I'm going to kill the mechanic that put the sidecar on in Riverdale. Bolts don't just come undone like that unless they weren't torqued. Still though, turning that hard that fast wasn't the best idea." Ramsden spotted his bag and the knife. "Well look at that. You guys know survival! Grab gear, get out." Ramsden's eyes fell on the two knives in Tobi's hand. "...Tobi? Do you... Know how to dual-wield knives? Cause if not, I'd put one of those away. Unless you've been trained, dual-wielding anything is a sure way to die." His attention went back to Ian. "Now... Who are you?"

Paul stopped what he was doing, and looked up. His face was still. This was nothing new; his face was always still. His eyes were calm, and his demeanor was casual. Zoidberg's eyes dashed from Paul to Alyssa and to Paul again; they were having a silent conversation. Zoidberg was tense for a moment, then he relaxed.

"So if I understand this correctly, you're saying either you shoot him and he dies quickly, we leave him here to die slowly, or what?" Paul's voice was a low growl. "What'll you do? You don't have keys, you don't have a car, you don't have weapons that are your own, and don't think I'll leave you here with those. You think you can keep them?" Paul added, his voice rising from the growl to a rumble. "You're outnumbered and outskilled. He'll be asleep for the duration, there will be no threat to your person. He will be delivered to a court of law and he will be judged appropriately there."

Paul had no weapon drawn, but he began advancing on Alyssa, very slowly, pausing just outside of knifing range. He put a hand out. "Give me the gun or holster it." He stood calmly, his voice lowered back to the growl, his hand outstretched and palm-up, no tension anywhere on his body.

Paul calmly bent over and retrieved his other 1911, pulling the slide back with his hand over the port so that the remaining round ejected into his palm. He then calmly recovered the magazine, wiped the dirt from it, placed the round back in, then slapped the magazine into the pistol and held it across his stomach, barrel facing left. It struck him that he hadn't come out here for his own amusement - he was supposed to ensure that she made it safely. In the heat of the moment he'd nearly forgot. He let out a breath - he could just follow her on the motorcycle, but it would be more convenient to just keep her in the truck. Which meant convincing her, which wasn't really his strong suit. She was right about that.

"I bargained for no one's life," he replied calmly. "I stated fact. Now, you can't kill him, but we're not far from the meet-up with Maddy, and if you don't like being near the man we can switch you off to another vehicle. I suppose I won't obligate you to stay with the truck, but it would nonetheless probably be for the best, and if nothing else there'd be increased safety in numbers. This isn't necessarily the last group." Which was true. Just because the casualty had claimed nobody was following didn't mean that nobody was behind them. On rough roads, a motorcyclist would have a harder time keeping up speed than a Hilux, which meant faster movement, safety in numbers, and other people who Alyssa might not get along with so poorly later on. Hopefully that would be enough to convince her; he had his duty, though he didn't feel like bringing it up to her and going back on previous threats.

Tsuki had only enough time to get in the jeep before it took off. As the machine rocketed forward, the crowbar fell from his hands. He quickly bent to pick it up, but was jolted and almost fell out because of the bumby terrain. As they neared the two men, Tsuki thought up a stupid and crazy idea and decided to test it. He moved deftly to the back of the truck and held on to the sides. As they were almost on them, he quickly and stupidly jumped out of the perfectly fine vehicle and talked one of the guys, forcing the gun out of his hand and causing the other guy to be caught unaware if anything unexpexted happened to him.

Ramsden stared for a moment. Ian had no negative implications of him regardless of killing two people with as much emotion as a sociopath about two minutes ago. Then the name clicked, and it made sense. "IAN!" Even his voice of sudden excitement sounded small. He was trying not to acknowledge his leg. "Right! Right right right. Now I remember you. Sorry, world's a little fuzzy right now what with my knee being sideways and a probably destroyed tendon as I can't straighten my knee. Yeah... but now I know who you are. You're the guy who brought me this little number. It's saved and ended many lives I might add, so thanks for that one." He holstered his USP and froze up. He didn't even hear the offer from Ian about food. He noticed something that shocked him for a second. His shotgun was gone. He knew he left it in the sidecar because it was an inconvenience to ride with, which seperated and skidded; Tobi didn't have it, nor did Juno, which meant it was probably somewhere on the field, but not knowing where it was still worried him.

"Uhh... Tobi... did you happen to see my shotgun out there? It was smarter not to grab it if you did see it, seeing as neither of you can probably use it to well and it would slow you down, but if you did see it... can you point it out to me so Blitz can... oh my god." Ramsden noticed he had no idea where Blitz had run off to. He whistled and waited for a response. Nothing. He whistled again. Nothing. He started scanning the battlefield for the electric canine, where his eyes fell on him. "Blitz?..."

Blitz was lying motionless on the ground near the Onyx pieces. There was no blood puddle or stains on him, but Ramsden knew that wasn't needed to cause death. He stood and started running to the jolteon's position, but he only got one step out before crashing to the ground. A stream of colorful words escaped his mouth as he started crawling on the ground towards the pokemon. "Blitz I swear to god if you die on me..." he said to himself. "She always wanted a jolteon, you're not dying god damn you she never got to see you!" He started raising his voice at absolutely no one, just yelling into the wind. He'd never felt more pathetic. Here he was, the renown mercenary, groveling over dirt and rocks towards his pokemon that might be dead, and on his hands.

I need a tylenol. Maybe there was a headache pill in the first aid kit she'd packed. Juno couldn't remember if she'd put any in there or not. The girl was happy to at least see a familiar face, but that didn't mean she was ready to bare her back to him. While he earned enough points to put away the gun, it did not mean she wasn't ready to bring it back out again if she had to. She ignored the food offering out of her instinctual distrust. We might have to depend on him for transportation. Can a dragonite even carry four people? Even if she could trust him enough not to kidnap her and Toby, she doubted Gary could carry all of them. Why'd the bike have to get crushed?

She'd been elated when she saw Ramsden approach them. A miniscule blip of affection hit her before she grew disappointed and angry when Ramsden hopped/crawled after Blitz. You idiot! Your leg looks ready to fall off and you're still won't ask for help? She would have immediately gotten up to help him, but Toby was still holding on to her. I wonder if he realizes he's doing that. She gently pried the teen off her and then stood up. "I'm gonna try to get Ramsden to stop being stupid," she explained.

It was sad that it only took her a few steps to catch up to Ramsden. "Calm. The ********. Down. You're not doing yourself or Blitz a favor. I'll bring him over to you right now," she said in a hard voice. Juno was trying to emulate the Commander's steel tone, but she had no idea whether it might snap the sailor out of his panic. She walked over to the fallen pokemon and saw that it was near a very familiar pile of boulders. "Damn onix."

She kicked a pair of smaller boulders away from the jolteon. The teen bent down to see whether the electric pokemon was alive or not, but something prevented her from checking. Imagine her surprise when instead of simply rolling away, the rounded rocks started to shake in a line. An onix head at a distance started to move. OH s**t. When it opened its eyes to look at whatever woke it up, it found a blond human looking at it with a jolteon in her arms.

When it started to growl, Juno did something that surprised herself (and probably everyone witnessing). She supposed it had something to do with her nerves finally snapping. "SHUT UP!" Either Juno was a lot scarier than she realized or something in her expression made the onix pay attention to her. "I have had it with this s**t! I swear to God I will stab you with an icicle!" The onix stared at her. "Stay right there." Maybe it was amused or perhaps it was too weak to fight. Regardless, it miraculously listened to her. She patted one of the boulders and (in a slightly hoarse voice) said "thank you."

She turned around to look at the group of people. Juno was red in the face from her yelling. "Ramsden, Ian, if you attempt to shoot this onix, I will cripple you." With a rock snake sitting right behind her, it was an intimidating sight to behold. Suddenly, a crazy idea hit her, and before she had time to think it through, she asked Ian, "how many people can your dragonite carry?"