Wrong Time; Wrong Place

JP with Lorem and Cindy

A good ten minutes went by before the occupants of the cab began to awake. It was the driver first, who woke Marcil and Marcil woke Lorem.

The back window through which the canisters were thrown was broken, the tire would need to be changed but the cab would be drivable upon replacing it with the spare.

The bigger concern was that Lily and Dr. Jackal were missing.

Lorem felt lethargic and had a hard time focusing on where she currently was. Little by little, the pieces started to come together that she was still in the car. There was a taste in her mouth similar to copper shaving that one might sometimes experience when doing welding work. She put her hand to her head and sat up in her seat. The driver and Marcil were there. But where were her other teammates?

As the daze of stupor lifted complete, her memory kicked in to recall the events that took place right before she had passed out. They have been attacked and her colleagues kidnapped. She felt her heart race with the idea that that things could have gone much worse for her and that they indeed might be going such a way for the others. To her keen eyes there was no discernible clues to where they were taken, just how they had been knocked out.

Looking to Marcil, who she assumed would know what to do in situations such as these, she asked a bit shook up, “What do we do now?”

"We need to get to Lady Elizabeth, Miss Lagrave and Cronk. Hopefully, Lady Elizabeth will have regained consciousness, if not at least plans can be discussed with other team members." Marcil wasn't holding out hope that Sung and Vor showed up, even if that would be better. "We can walk or wait for the tire to repaired."

Lorem nodded to the options. “How long would it take to walk?” As she spoke, she exited the vehicle to inspect the condition of the damaged tire. She may be able to fix it depending on its state of being. The idea of walking a long distance as a gnome was not her favored choice.

Marcil tried to calculate, given Gnomes weren't known for walking quickly. "I would estimate maybe 10 to 15 minutes to walk."

The tire had suffered a blow out, upon closer inspection, a small spike could be found on the road. Likely it had been shot at the tire as no other vehicles had run over it.

"I do have a spare tire," the driver commented, upon seeing Lorem inspecting the flat one.

Lorem assessed the situation and then calculated the input of Marcil and the Driver. “I recommend we fix it. We may not need a vehicle to get there, but we may find a car useful upon leaving, should it have to be done in haste.” She waited to see what the other two thought. She would also let the driver fix his own car, that would be the respectful thing to do.

Both men agreed with Lorem's idea. The driver went about fixing the tire, but was willing to accept help when offered. It took no more than five minutes to fix the tire, replacing it with a spare would have taken longer and could wait.

Despite not being a member of the Order, and having no idea what was going on, the driver seemed to know enough not to ask.

Lorem waited patiently. Her ears were attentive to their surroundings, as a part of her had now been conditioned when in the field to pay attention. This had been the second time out she had been attacked while in a vehicle. She had a perfect record, two for two. Though lucky for her, she was never the intended target; just wrong place at the wrong time.

When the tire was fixed she entered the van and took her seat.