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Warhawk ([info]warriorwilled) wrote in [info]dc_nextgen,
Re: Meanwhile back at the ranch....
Despite his pain, Rex's good eye focuses on Aleea and grabs her arm.

"Leea...we gotta...gotta help her. It's...a trap. Tharok wants her. We gotta, stop him." Warhawk says, trying to push himself to his feet, and failing. He takes a deep, painful breath, and grips the side of the counter.

In one pull, Rex Stewart forces himself to his feet, his right arm hanging limp at his side. He's not standing straight, but he's standing. The rest will come.

"Which way... did she go?" he pants, already bone tired. He can fall down again once they've got Nicolette safe and sound at home.


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