[h1][img]http://i1383.photobucket.com/albums/ah281/Q-C0ntinuum/Ryver%20et%20Rhine%20Dear%20Karma_zpsbdu2hcau.jpg?t=1445077114[/img] Ryver et Rhine (Dear Karma)[/h1]
[h2]Daniel, Jenna, Callie Wright and Pat (+ unconscious Tom) - Alley[/h2]
"And don't worry about the grabbing thing, just give me a warning next time."

“S-sure. I’m glad you aren’t upset,” Cal looked visibly relieved. She was a little upset that she seemed to have annoyed Christian earlier today, so no offending a second person so soon would be great. Even though the old man managed to get back on his feet, Pat’s expression showed that he was in a lot more pain than he let on. She had to find a way to help without actually touching him, she concluded. Her eyes fell on a nearby a nearby dumpster.

She ran over. Seeing the lid was closed, she wiped the drying blood onto her shirt and threw the lid up. A quick rummage unearthed a long metal rod, possibly an old curtain rod, which could be used as a temporary cane. “I – you look like your back’s hurting.” She paused as she offered him the rod. “I can’t carry you, so maybe a cane will help? It’s just a short distance to the start of the alley …”

“Oh...” She remembered the van. Josiah, that arrogant jerk, mentioned they had to get back to it. Wait! Since he was with Daniel, it meant that this other person was in-charge. She sighed and took a deep breath in an attempt to clear the fog building inside her head. The burst of oxygen provided a small relief. She was just so goddamn tired now that the adrenaline ebbed. Still there was work to do and now one else asked the obvious. “Oh Daniel! Do you think we can back the van closer towards alley?”

She walked over to him. “Maybe we can decide on the more important things once we are all comfortably seated.” She looked discreetly in Pat’s direction, trying to see if he was alright. She fished around for an excuse that didn’t put the man in the spotlight. “I still aching from earlier and you don’t want to deal with me when I’m grumpy.” She pouted.

“Not that I’m not worried about Sam and Christian,” Cal added quickly. “I think it’s more private and comfortable discussing the matter in the van … and yeah hanging out here any long is a baaad idea. There were several shots earlier.” She paused to catch her breath. She didn't realize how fast she had been talking. "And we appear to have a body." She pointed to the unconscious Tom.

[h2]Daniel, Jenna, Cal and Pat (+ unconscious Tom) - The Van[/h2]
The last bit, while an odd addition, seemed to galvanize them into action. Callie was the last to board the van. She shut the rear door and made her way to the driver's seat. Pat was currently sitting shot gun, while Jenna was directly behind and Daniel sitting opposite Jenna. Cal adjusted herself in such a manner she could see most them. “Now back to all important question. Are we feeling confident about rescuing Sam and Christian or do we want to head back and regroup?”

She composed herself and did a brief headcount. “I mean there’s only Daniel, Patrick, you – Jenna – and me. The Fed doesn't count since he's still out cold at the back. And oh, Vida and Ester went back with – ” She stopped herself from saying Jerk-siah. “Josiah. No offense, Dan. I’m sure you’re a great guy and all, but yeah. We lack the numbers.”

She deliberately avoided mentioning the fight earlier. Killing the morale wasn't going to help their missing friends. Callie watched Jenna closely. “I prefer going back, but I’ll follow if the rest of you want to do this.” She smiled warmly at the brunette. “Trust me, I want Sam and Christian back safe too.”