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"Aye, seems like a good idea."

Only then comprehending the full pain in his left shoulder, he kneeled down and reached back with his right ********! You mean other than my beautiful, beautiful invention and pride?" he quipped quickly, trying his best to grin. "No, shoulders busted. I think it's just out of joint, not broken. I could be completely wrong, which would mean putting it back would be...horrible. You have any medical knowledge, mate?"

His Scotch accent was pulling through his forced British by now, which was an indicator of his frustration.

"I mean, I can put it back in place by myself, I just need to know first."

Aw, Christ.

Thinking for a moment, he exhaled slowly, reaching up and taking off his helmet with his right hand. Quinn had a feeling the day wouldn't get much better. Luckily, it was dislocated. It would hurt for a long time, but he could at least use it from now on. He also had his trusty rifle, which would help him keep distance from an enemy to a maximum as much of the time as was possible. It wasn't all bad, it could have broken.

Looking down, he juggled the thought of who should do it. Either way, it would be uncomfortable.

"Why don't you do it? I've got an ACE bandage in the back of the motorcycle I'll wrap it up with, keep it stiff and all. God, I'm not looking forward to this."

He did bite down on it. And then much harder.

Terribly hard. Almost like his teeth would pop out the top of his skull, he bit so hard. He half screamed, half growled, his right arm struggling to keep his weight supported as his arm was put back into plate.

Noticing finally that his eyes were closed tight, he opened them. Looking around, his eyes stung, his shoulder was on fire, and the small cuts around his body weren't helping especially.

Taking a moment to collect himself, he stood up again and slunk to the bike. Leaning against the wreck, he slowly opened the back panel and took out a kit, got a bandage, some pills, and a syringe.

"You need some...ibuprofen, or something?" he asked, tossing him a bottle of pills. He would slowly start to take his underlay off of one side in order to bandage his shoulder.

he finished wrapping his shoulder. Taking a few pills himself, he tossed the items back in the compartment, then pressed a switch on the bottom above the back tire that would signal an e-vac for the bike. As he walked to get his helmet, he grabbed the armor, too, tossing it near the bike.

Snorting, he shook his head.

"I hope you're joking. No, I'm old enough that the least of my worries is some damage in my left shoulder. Besides, I'm an inventor. If I can replace an entire hand..." he started, holding up the left hand and pulling off the guard, showing the mechanical hand for what it was. "Then I can probably find some way to heal up some damage from a dislocation. No, I need to talk to Katie anyway."

His last action before being ready to move on would be to put his helmet back on.

"Shall we?"

Chuckling, he shook his head. He almost shrugged his shoulders, too, but felt like that might not be the greatest of ideas for a few...days.

"Me? I only know that," he pointed in the direction they had previously been driving along the road, "is where we need to be. I've never actually been here. I mean, we probably passed it on our way to that tavern place, but we were in a chopper."

Quinn started walking, fixing his left guard to cover the prosthetic again. It was times like these that he missed his younger brother Bog. The half-giant had long, swift legs that would cover the distance in half the time it would take these men to walk. Besides, he was a good conversation piece, being 7 foot 5 and all.

"We can hail Katie when we get to the town. We'll probably get there after they close up the doors, but we'll see."

[unless Sun decides he wants to toy with us some more, we might be able to skip ahead to the gate. Just function on the assumption that we keep walking til told otherwise]

There was a beep in Quinns' ear. He had heard it vaguely before as he had crashed but thought it was just part of the whole...nearly dying, invention mangling accident.

"Hold on a second."

Quinn pressed a button on the side of the helmet, which replayed Johns' message. The time stamp was from quite awhile ago, meaing that it had just taken a long time to recieve (or Quinns' author was silly and forgot about it, but who knew, really?).

"Return. John, this is Quinn. Uh, buddy, best I can tell you is to hold tight and trust that the woman will get you through this. I'm going to be sparse in conversation, if you couldn't tell. I owe you a lot for doing this mission for me. Quinn, over and out."

Pressing another button, he turned to Stephen.

"I'm about as knowledgable as you are. But yeah, she's tough. Reminds me of my oldest daughter."

Wasn't that the truth.

Quinn wasn't about to dwell on that thought though. He knew where he had to go for now, and his decision for leaving wasn't anything complicated like a precision strike with a smaller team or anything, it was tactical support. These creatures were out of his league, but he figured the front lines could use even one or two extra hands. He just had to either get to Katie, or get Stephen to Katie. There was the possibility that Quinn would investigate the city on his own instead of going to the large, amazonian woman first.

After all, that was his youth. Infiltration, it was his specialty and his training. Or was it? Who knew, really...he felt like he had spent a thousand lives in one body. Sometimes bits and pieces of something so similar to his life would pop into his head at the worst times. His second wife, Tru, a castle, the children playing in a corridor...had he been blind once?

His memories he felt were true were the ones of his military experience. Somehow they felt...false. As if they had happened just barely like he remembered, and someone had modified his memories.

There was no time for endeavors like this. He knew who he was (not the dude, playin' a dude, disguised as another dude) and that was all he needed right now.

"I know where we're going. As I said, straight up this road will get us there within five minutes. I know we were relatively close. Math holding up, even if this is not the way to go, I know approximately how far we were. Kind of."