[Lumen]

Miles leaps to his feet and stands at attention,  his little body trembling with anxiety.   "Yes Headmaster. "  *Blimey old wanker always trying to call me out.  What does he think he caught me doing? *

[Scawire]

Mantis looks down at his leg then over at Knives Well Dunk I should live, I'm going to bleed out right now, but I need someone to check over the leg. Mantis takes a second look at Knives As for him I'm not to sure let me take a look at him. Mantis does his best to move into position to see what condition Knives is in. Not sure what to look for Mantis decides to give his med kit a try on Knives to see if that will help his team mate out.

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire___
Dunk acknowledges you with a nod, still clearly diverting the majority of his attention on his AR feed and the roads.
You drop the seat back as far as it would go and turn as best you could in the closed confines of the car.
Slapping the diagnostic pads onto the back of Knives' neck, the medkit whirs away as it runs its calculations.
His heart rate is fast and shallow, as is his breathing patterns. EEG reads as suppressed but within normal bands for someone in an unconscious state.
The medkit pings and advises you to administer a shot of stims at 150mcg over 2 mins, lighting up with the colour coding that matches the medicine in the dispensary tray underneath the screen.


___Lumen____
Your mind races with all the things you could be done for this week.
The headmaster glares at you for an uncomfortably long time, clearly letting you sweat a bit under the gaze of the entire year group. Quiet whispers murmur around you as they try to guess what shit you'd be getting done for this week, the weekly wager becoming something of a tradition for your yeargroup.
PERKINS!!! Where are you? STAND UP BOY!!!
Oh fuck, you knew exactly what this was.
Perkins was the geek of your computing class, complementing your brawn nicely. He was a very clever kid from a broken home and totally mis-applied his intelligence.
Stealing a bag of RFIDs from the labs, he'd edited them to recreate a massive hairy cock and balls in glorious technicolour AR the shots of sperm landing on the roof of Miss Harlands convertible had been the best bt by far, taking while to get 'just right'.
You'd been the one to scale the compound gates and get into the teacher's secure parking zone, administering the RFID's to Headmaster Jone's SUV.
The other kids had thought it absolutely hilarious, but you knew his reprisal would be awful.

YOU BOYS, MY OFFICE, NOW!!!!
Perkins turned and looked at you, clearly shitting himself about what was to come..

[Lumen]

*Oh shite, what will it be this time?  Better make sure Perkins doesn't loose his nuts and rat us out.*  Falling in line behind the Headmaster, Miles shoots Perkins a look that screams serious business and he puts an index finger to his lips.  As they are lead away from the yeargroup towards the office, a walk young Miles will take hundreds of times, he turns back towards them and throws up his hands triumphantly.  It lasts for only a second before he turns back around to avoid being spotted by the headmaster but in his mind, the crowd went wild.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
A couple of the lads off the same estate as you give you the thumbs up, smiling and silent cheering you on before Miss Harland gives Luke Cambell a swift smack around the back of the head.
As he rubs the pain away, she glares at you, reaching for her commpad. You knew that little gesture was gonna cost you another couple of raps with the cane, but fuck it; the recognition from the lads was totally worth it!
The good kids averted their eyes from you, though you neither knew nor had the capacity to know about the wider picture, you and your mates off the east end council estates were pariahs. Hated by the parents and teachers alike, you were part of the "social responsibility" act: The lord protectors' little feel good programme for the scum bags to keep the liberal lefties at bay in the run up to the first and last election into-post.
It was only to last a year, but your name topped the list of the most detentions, canings and letters home ever given out to a student; not that your dad gave much of a flying fuck.

Perkins nodded, a bead of sweat running down his forehead as he walked ahead of you. The headmaster's expensive shoes clicking in the ancient and echoey hallway gave a dreadful rythm of anticipation of the caning that was sure to arrive.
The corridor jerked and shook, stretching out into the distance. The office suddenly seemed like it would take hours to reach, something deep and primal within your subconscious registered its unease at the sudden change in reality....

___Scawire___
You prepped the syringe as the auto-doc instructed, drawing up the dose (maybe a little too generously) and pulled Knive's wet sleeve back to show an area of clammy, cold skin. You heard the rasp of handbrake and felt your weight shift sideways as the old junker's tires screamed in protest.
The engine revved as your head smacked into the door pillar; dazed, you shot backwards in your seat as a heavy impact registered at the back of the car. The impact into the headrest was a lot less heavy than the first. Turning to look at knives and the rear of the car, a wrecked bike lay in the middle of a junction, framed beautifully by the cracked rear windshield and bent metalwork. The rider lay bloodied in the roadway as the traffic ground to a halt around him.
Gathering your senses you hunted around for the syringe on the floor.
Perception at -2 please

___Lumen____
The headmaster turned left with Perkins in tow. Each step opened the distance to you hugely to the point where you had to sprint to keep up.
The corridor became darker and darker, the old gargoyles that adorned the ornate arched doorways catch your eye, shadows giving the appearance of movement as you look away.
Britt, KEEP UP BOY!!! the Headmaster boomed, his voice rattling off the echoey old walls.
Sprint test (no modifiers) please 

[Scawire]

Mantis does his best to find his Med Kits syringe he dropped. Once I get you fixed up I'm going to have to see if we have a tail.

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire___
The syringe had rolled underneath your seat and retrieving it was a bloody nightmare as Dunk aggressively maneuvered through the dense traffic.
Fingers clasped around it, you removed the sheath with your teeth and jabbed it into Knives' arm before you lost the damned thing again.


___Lumen___
Sprinting as fast as you could made little difference, the Head and Perkins were gone. The junction of the corridor was only vaguely familiar; you knew it was meant to be your school but the nagging in your subconscious was getting louder about the discrepancy with this environment and with what it perceived as reality. Looking down the corridor Perkins and the Head went down revealed only a lengthy extension of a corridor similar to the one you'd come up. The gargoyles appeared more lifelike than you'd ever imagined and a primal fear chilled you, freezing your 10 year old body to the spot as the nearest gargoyle sprang to life, landing in front of you with the weight of something many times it's diminutive size.
It rears up as you try to run, your feet suddenly feeling like concrete blocks. It's strike was perfect and true, burning into your arm with the heat of a thousand suns. You scream as your body crashes into something, a blinding light drowning your senses and preventing your mind from making any sense of what the fuck was going on
Composure test please

___Scawire___
Knives seems to grimace in his unconscious state as you bang the meds in as fast as the syringe would give it.
Immediately the autodoc pings a slightly higher pitch, registering an effect on his heart rate from it's landing spot somewhere over in the footwell after the last impact.

[Scawire]

Mantis's mind starts to think of an old saying. Doctor do no harm. Ya good advice but in the back of a moving car with a leg wound pounding away, I don't think most doctors have to deal with these kinds of conditions. I best keep Knives alive. Mantis does his best to do everything the little medkit box is tell him to since with out it's help Mantis is up shit creek and Knives will feel the pain. Once I'm sure Knives is in a stable position I'm gunning my last smoke.

[Csjarrat]

____scawire___
Taking a second to make sure the syringe was fully drained, you begin to withdraw it. A sudden shout from Knives  startles you and you recoil back into your seat, banging your head on the low roof as you jump backwards.
Knives flails a backhand strike at no-one in particular, clearly pissed off and disoriented, but thankfully alive and breathing. As you duck out of Knives' striking range you see that the syringe is still stuck in his arm, a thin trickle of blood streaming out of the muscle mass.

___lumen___
You swipe at the bright light, desperately trying to connect a blow onto the gargoyle.
Your arm smacks into something solid, but with a feel not like stone at all...more like a fabric texture.
The burning sensation in your arm only became more intense with your flailing attacks and you slowly came to your senses as the pain focused your mind back into a hazy reality.
The sound of engines, squalling tires and flashing lights told the emerging thought process you were in a vehicle, but your senses screamed "panic!" At you.
Face down, partially restrained and in agony you just knew you'd been taken captive....

[Lumen]

Panic incites rage within Knives' heart as it pounds relentlessly against his chest.  His hands search out the various places he hides blades and sure enough they find what they sought.  Just like the first time when he was just a lad, he draws mana down into his muscles to give him the strength to escape his bonds.  He lets out a primal yell as he erupts from the seat belt and in one swift movement draws his fineblade and sits up behind the driver's seat   In a flash the blade is at Dunk's throat and Knives says in a flat, cold voice. "You better pull over and let me out mate.  I'll kill us all 'fore I let you take me alive." 

[Scawire]

Mantis was reaching into his coat jacket to grab his much deserved smoke when out of the blue Knives goes bat shit crazy in the back seat. OH SHIT Mantis turns his head to Knives hoping that his face but ring a bell in the mind of Knives. Oh I hope I didn't geek Knives mind with what that medkit told me to do. Mantis does his best to calm his fellow runner down. Holding up his hands for Knives to see Mantis softly talks. Ok Knives. We are in a car leaving a run we just did. Where mates man don't go postal on us we are doing our best to stay alive..... Put away the knife.... Please. Mantis hopes he doesn't have to survive another crash the last one was not fun. Then again that run he was getting paid for, this one is payment for rent at a great house.

[Lumen]

Knives' eyes dart between Dunk and Mantis as he pants heavily.   His eyes finally seem to focus and he draws the fineblade away slowly and then lays it on the seat beside him. "Sorry about that mates, thought for sure I'd been nabbed.   Truly Dunk, sorry mate."

He lets out a heavy sigh, "So we made it then?  Good fuckin work lads.  Let's get back, we have good news to report."  Knives lays back in the seat and closes his eyes.  He draws a cigarette from his jumpsuit's chest pocket and lights it.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen____
You fly off the back seat, sending what you thought were restraints smashing into the side door.
Bits of broken medkit scatter off the glass and an assortment of pills, dressings and cleaning solutions cover the floor.
In a flash you had the blade to Dunk's neck, but as your senses sharpen you feel Dunk's body shudder as the RAS overrides disengage and he surfaces from VR, gently guiding the car to a halt by the roadside. Angry horns hoot as traffic overtakes you.
I dunnae what the fuck ye think y'er doin, but ye can ge' tha' fuckin thing off me reit now.
Mantis stares at you, aghast at the situation. It takes a second to register the voices as friendly and your vision of their faces slightly blurred by an off centre and out of focus AR message.
Feeling a bit meek, you slide the sword back into its sheath and begin to pick up as much of the busted medkit and its contents as you could, Mantis assisting in the front of the cab.
Yer a wee bit jumpy Knives, we're out o' the worst o' it, but I haven't a fuckin clue aboot wha' we're doin next. Ideas anyone?

Slumping back into the seat, your body begins to feel much more your own. A throbbing ache emanates from between your shoulder blades and your arms feel stiff and reluctant to move. Your right shoulder is in agony, Mantis pointing out the needle still stuck in your arm.
Pulling it out leaves a dull residual ache and a small trickle of blood. It had already began to bruise, your short sharp attacking manoeuvre causing the muscles to clamp around the needle, crushing their fibres against the metal. It'd be a beauty in a few days time!
You felt cold, damn cold. Your kit was still sodden wet from lying in that puddle and the weak air flow from the ancient heater had done nothing to engender warmth in your pimply white skin.
The wetness extended to your cigarettes. No matter how hard you tried, they just wouldn't light. You slammed them down in frustration on the back seat and took a deep breath.

___Scawire___
Your message sunk in and you could see Knives' frantic state of mind fade readily before your eyes as he came to his senses. His swift movement launched the medkit by the diagnostic pads, showering you and Dunk in medical supplies and slamming it heavily into the rear passenger doorframe.
The pinging of the biomonitor swiftly stopped as it came to rest in the footwell and you knew it wasn't going to be an easy fix.

[Scawire]

Mantis looks at his medkit strewed all around the car. Great that thing is going to take some time to fix up. Ah at least today was death to the medkit and not me, Knives or Dunk. Mantis takes a break from clean up the mess and grabs his last smoke.... It seems the thing broke in half. Now isn't that nice. Mantis lights the half of the smoke still holding on to the filter then takes a big drag...... Ah thats the stuff. Looking over at Knives he show him the broken half of his smoke. You owe me a smoke mate. Oh ya when we got the last of my Medkit picked up we best be looking if those gangers are fallowing us. Mantis starts to heat check outside of the car to see if anyone is looking to finish what the gangers started. Hey Dunk any signs of chase for those gangers. Once Mantis says that he remembers how his spirit he had at the start of the run was iced just before the gangers gave chase. Oh no there might be a spirit or mage looking at us. With that Mantis decides to summon a new spirit to see if there is an astral tail. I hate astral tails being a Mystic I can't look at that plane, I wish I could but I can't

[Scawire]

Mantis stretches out his will to the planes of the spirits and ask for aid. Once he gets a spirit to answer he ask for aid. Thanks for helping with my troubles, check to see if there is any astral fallowing fallowing this car, if there is tell me ASAP and start fighting them. Sorry if you have to fight. With that Mantis hopes there is no battle on the astral but he will wait and see.