"Leave the Cassulls, those .50 caliber bullets are for them. They'll break your damn wrists." She reaches past them and scoops up the two huge pistols.
Danica's radio hissed and she snapped out of her trance to grab it. "Petra? ...Right. Right. Okay. Tell me what you've got."
Jen's eyes glaze again, and this time, she whimpers in fear. Catherine and Eight glance at her worriedly.
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Date: 2014-08-22 02:03 am (UTC)Danica's radio hissed and she snapped out of her trance to grab it. "Petra? ...Right. Right. Okay. Tell me what you've got."
Jen's eyes glaze again, and this time, she whimpers in fear. Catherine and Eight glance at her worriedly.