[b]wheatley runs over, without saying any thing he flings her across his shoulder and runs for a nearby courtyard, with a landing federation dropship[/b]
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[b]he still doesn't speak. He draws a handgun and mows through the Feds, including the pilot. As he puts her down in the dropship, white writing in his left shoulder piece reads "WHEATLEY: 2552." He allows his AI to hack into the ships flight, setting a course for a rebel FOB.[/b] "Hey? Can to hear me?"
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[b]he sighs[/b] "alright... Tac, you aren't gonna like this.." [i]"oh god, what is it.."[/i] [b]he takes off the armored stealth cloak he was using and throws it over her[/b] [i]"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"[/i] "Run medical nanite procedure number twenty one-forty seven." [b]his AI sighs[/b] "Fine... You owe me for this.." [b]the cloak lets out a small swarm of nanites that hold the lung open and the rips in place[/b] "It won't save you, but it will keep you around until we get back to the FOB..."
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"We've all been... Too many innocent people have died in that blast..." [b]he stares out of the opened cargo door, sniper rifle in hand, they close in on a rebel base Before being blasted out of the sky by a federation fighter. He grabs his AI, grabs you, and jumps from the dropship, falling around 15 meters before landing on a rooftop[/b]