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The little interrogation was hard to watch but it proved useful because they have learned the organization or what ever the JSF-AAD was. She watched as Alessio looked at his shoulder and asked her for a hand. "Just reach in, and pull the bullet out, don't worry about me." His look made her sigh and limp forward to his side examining the the wound herself. "Alright this wont hurt a bit," She lied then slid her first finger and thumb into the wound. She felt him tense but stopping would only make the pain worse. The bullet was in far but her fingers were able to grab it and pull it out. After the bullet was removed she pressed her other hand to the hole to stop the bleeding, and discarded the bullet. To hopefully distract him she said "Sorry if you wanted that as a souvenir, but it was so bloody and dirty I did not think that you would want it." While talking she took out a shirt that was suppose to be used in her Kyo wardrobe but pressed it against the wound and went to look for other materials that could be used to wrap it up.

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Alessio whimpered around the plug as her fingers entered the wound, and he all but crushed the mans arm and leg with his grip. She threw the bullet away, and he let out a gasp, spitting the plug out of his mouth.
"Thanks" he said, somewhat sarcastically, but his eyes showed he was grateful. Taking a look at the body, he wondered how the man had known how to find them, but dismissed it for the moment, concentrating on the task at hand. Alessio had noticed her limp, and looked at her leg.
"Your turn" he said with a smile. "Whats injured?" He swept his eyes over the graze, dismissing it as irelevant for the moment, then looked at her lower leg. For a moment, he looked as if he was going to reach out and touch the wound, but he seemed to think better of it, and pulled back.
"How badly does it hurt?" he asked looking up, something close to sympathy in his usually cruel eyes. For a moment he actually felt like a human being again, and the feeling actually scared him for a moment. He quickly shrouded his compassionate self in layers of professionalism, lest he grow weak.

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She was surprised by his reaction of small compassion that vanished as quickly as it had come, but quickly dismissed it to answer his question." I'm guessing it will be very painful in a moment but right now, not that bad." Pain was not her friend, nor had she met it that often. Usually on her missions she came out with out a scratch. So It would be interesting how well she would be able to hold a moan or a whimper back now. Nyra had no plug to distract her from the pain so her mind wandered onto other related topics. The one that was most interesting was who was the AAD? The first part JSF stood for the countries forces but why would they now reveal themselves? So many questions filled into her head that is was hard to even sort it all out. Pain lanced up her leg and cut her thoughts when she was distracted and put pressure on it. Gritting her teeth she balled up her hands and took the pressure off her left leg.

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Alessio shuffled round, so that he was on his knees, and reached into his jacket pocket. A moment later, he pulled out a vial of clear green liquid, and presented it to her.
"I always use one of these" he said smiling. "After a fight. I like adrenaline, but no the pain that follows. This is a very strong painkilled, and it can deaden the pain of most gunshot wounds instantly." He pulled out a second vial, and showed it to her, another one of the same. "Choose one. I will inject one, you the other." He smiled to try and put her at ease. "Its not poisonned. I wouldnt do for me to kill a fellow Guild member." That should put her at ease for at least a moment, he thought to himself, eager to learn more about her. He would have to bandage the wound as well, he thought, but that could wait until the pain was sorted out.

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Her eyes showed their thanks over the pain that glazed them. But she was a little surprised that he thought she still did not trust him. It made her wonder if she trusted him too much. Nyra tried to think what was the smartest thing to do but her leg decided for her. She chose one but did not bother to recognize which one she chose. The vile looked like it could fit into the needle she had strapped to her left hand, so not deciding to wait for him to pull out his needle she decided to use hers. Unstrapping the steel bar from its holder a compartment slipped open an revealed the paralyzing liquid vile that was already placed inside the needle. Not to break the glass she popped the old vile out and put the pain killer in. After setting the paralyzing vile down she manually extended out the sharp point only a few inches then injected herself with the pain killer. While pulling it out she said "Thanks I needed that, maybe I wont be so brainless next time and bring some medical supplies." Her leg was starting to feel better instantly, just like he said. Putting the needle back in her holder she knew that she would be safe after injecting because Nyra always cleaned her equipment. Thinking clearly she noticed a big red spot were the blood soaked through the shirt. "That is going to need some actual bandages to stop the bleeding." she said before cursing herself for not brining medical supplies. Nyra didn't even own a pack of band aids back at the guild.

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Alessio took his knife, and cut a long strip out of his jacket, ripping it free. He tossed it over to her, and cut another one for himself.
"That we do until we can get back to a saf loaction" he said, gritting his teeth and stabbing himself with the needle. The drug flowed into his system, and he moaned with pleasure as the pain was spirited away. "Thats better" he added with a smile. Rotating his shoudler, he found it free of pain, and nodded in a satisfied manner. He wrapped his makeshift bandage around his shoulder, and tied it tightly in position, securing the shirt in place.
"Sorry about the shirt" he said as he worked. "Its a nice shirt."

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Thanking him again, she pulled up her jeans and tied the sleeve around the bullet hole that had bled down to her dirty socks. To absorb some of the blood she took out her school uniform shirt and wrapped that around before tying that up with the sleeve. She heard Alessio say "Sorry about the shirt, Its a nice shirt" But she only laughed and said "That shirt was only for a recent mission, and you can keep it if you want to." Pulling her jean leg down the bandage did not look to bulky under the pants so she slowly got up on her right leg. Standing up, Nyra thanked the painkiller as she put a little weight on her leg to test it out. Nyra's leg could hold up normal weight when equally balancing it on both feet, but when she started to stand on just her left it seamed to give out on her after a while. Sighing she looked over at the mangled special forces officer and did not want to imagine how much pain he must have been in. Walking with out a limp over to the body she wondered if he had anything on him that would be useful. Searching his pants pockets she found one cellphone, a pen, and a wallet. Opening up the wallet she only found a little bit of money and a photo of a woman that was probably his wife. Nyra was a little disappointed that there was no ID but continued her search.

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Alessio watched the girl as she bandaged herself up, his gaze sliding over her leg as she pulled the jeans up to check the damage. As she slid it down again, he exhaled a breath he hadnt realised he had been holding. The girl started searching the dead mans corpse, and Alessio watched her pick through his belongings, as if she placed them aside. With a confused glance, Alessio leaned forward and picked up the pen, snapping it open.
"Drugs" he said, poking the pills on the floor. "Probably cyanide." He threw the pills into a nearby bin along with the now trashed pen.
Next reached for the phone which had been turned off for some reason. With a frown, Alessio looked the device over, looking for the on button. On top of the device was a small push down button, and his knowledge of Nokia phones lead him to believe that it was the on button. He pressed it, and the phone beeped in his grip, starting slowly, then speeding up, getting faster and faster.
"Damit!" he shouted, throwing the phone into the bin after the pills, and throwing himself onto the girl, putting his back to the bin. He had just enough time to drop his head, and put an amr over his neck to protect his brain, when the bomb exploded. Several ball bearings shot from the bin, and flew around the alley, bouncing off the walls, and falling to the floor. Of the ball bearings, one caught his arm, and one tore through his leg, damaging his muscles, and glancing off the bone. A few caught Alessio in the back, and his muscles convulsed as his reactions tried to pull him away form the source of the damage, but he kept himself still as the pieces of metal hit him in the back, stopped dead by his bullet proof jacket.
Several ball bearings tore through the bin, and blasted a three inch long section of the metal off the rest of it, and it flew into Alessio's back. He lurched foward in pain, as the crude metal knife jumped into his jacekt, cutting through his jacekt as if it were paper. The drugs deadened the pain as much as they could, but they couldn dull down the agony enough to negate it. He rose up off the girl, and reached round, pulling the sharp piece of metal from his back. Dropping the bloody knife to the floor, he slumped against the wall, and looked down at the girl, happily seeing she was more or less uninjured.
"We have to get out of here" he said, gritting his teeth agaisnt the pain.

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Nyra noticed that Alessio had come over to carefully examine her findings. She looked through a shirt pocket but there was nothing there. Watching him throw the pen filled with drugs away and pick up the cellphone she turned back to the corpse to look for any other weapons that he might have hidden. Just as she found his gun holster a beeping noise started to sound off coming from the cellphone. She was able to say "Why is it..." before he chucked the phone into the garbage can and flung himself onto her.

A loud bang came from behind Alessio as the phone exploded in the can. The little beads pinged off the walls and ground their way into his back, and probably hit some of his limbs too. She felt his body lurch when something impaled his back, something larger then the ball bearings. When he finally got up he reached around to his back and pulled out a metal piece that came from the garbage bin that was now blown apart and riddled with little holes. The scene completely shocked her and she stood ridged as he slumped against the wall and said,"We have to get out of here." Slowly her brain started to work as she got up to help him, but she snapped into focus when three pairs of feet were heard running to their direction not too far off.

Quickly she examined him and noticed that one leg and arm were shot, and his back was starting to turn red from the blood. Holding him up on his bad leg side she started to push him a little bit fasted away from the mouth of the alleyway. "I agree," Nyra said under her breath, "we do need to get out of here, right now." There was no time to bandage him up, and it would take a while to reach the end of the alley. However, there was the fire escape that they could take but Alessio did not look like he was prepared for any type of stairs. "Alright, we can go up, or straight ahead." She looked at him seriously hoping that he would not chose to stay and fight the three that were coming this way.

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Alesiso heard the feet running along, and could tell by the footfall that the men were either very heavy, of heavily armed. Thinking about all the people he had seen today, he thought that the latter was more likely.
"we do need to get out of here, right now." The girls voice sounded far away, but Alesiso caught himself and pulled his mind back from the edge of darkness. She came up alongside him, and slipped one of his arms over her shoulder, and he winced as the motion moved his injured shoulder. Gritting his teeth, he helped her help him, and walked along the alleyway, despite the agony in his leg. They were walking for a few seconds, when the girl spoke up.
"Alright, we can go up, or straight ahead." Alessio looked up the fire escape, and was about to speak, when he heard the men enter the alleyway.
With a curse, he drew his gun with his good hand, and aimed down the alleyway to the road, squeezing the trigger five times. Four shots hit flesh, and one missed, flying into the road. Two of the men went down, bullets tearing through their heads and chest, whilst the third staggered, his vest saving him for certain death. Alessio shot the man through the head, then turned back to the girl.
"You choose" he said, blood trickling from the side of his mouth. "My safe house is not far from here. If we could get a lift there, we could stop off and it would probably be safe for at least a little while." Another bolt of agony shot through his leg and up his side, and he gritted his teeth, hoping that the girl didnt notice.

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