Strangers in the night, exchanging glances

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Who: Anyone working at Cloud Nine, well-intended rescuers, etc.
What: A raid.
When: August 29th, 11:31 PM.
Where: Cloud Nine
Summary: The night club turned homeless shelter does house quite a bit of food and booze, and a few Kin'corans have decided to take control of the situation.
Rating: R for violence.

It's not just people inside the club that begin it. After the club is locked for the night, someone begins pounding on the door. Despite the owner's instructions to the contrary, several people sleeping on the floor scramble up and open the door to let in a small swarm of men armed with knives and blunt weapons.

"Sorry you had to find out this way, but your posh night club is under new management now. If you have a problem with that? Get in the kitchen."

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Parrying thrusts of a knife toward her, Elizabeth feigns a lunge but finds herself jumping back for a wide sweep left. By some chance, the attacker didn't read her movements well enough. He had, after all, taken her by surprise, and it was only through her recovery that she was able to swing wide, just the tip of her blade shallowly slicing across his shoulder. The man's hand reached for his scrape, and that was her opening. She flipped the blade in her hands, and with a solid thrust, connected the pommel of the jian with the cheek he'd turned toward her.

She's relieved to hear the thud of Amelia's attacker hit the floor before hers does, and whirls around as soon as she know the man she decked is out coldly.

"Are you well?"

They have to keep moving. Moving their way out of here. God, Archie.

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Thinking she's speaking to him, he replies dryly.

"A little bit stabbed, darling."

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They've finally got a break, and Amelia holsters her gun when Elizabeth's opponent hits the ground. However that guy hit her, her left arm is all but useless for fighting, with pain radiating down from her shoulder to her fingertips. It makes her the weaker fighter, meaning she should be the one to play tomas.

"Can you walk?" Not that Amelia's expecting Archie to do it on his own. She kneels down by him, offering her left side for him to support himself. It may hurt, but Amelia can at least brace Archie for a short distance--long enough to get him to Adele.

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Elizabeth heaves a sigh at Archie's reply. She's still worried about him, and mentioning who the comment was directed towards will do nothing to help the situation. She's more relieved that Amelia has automatically seen to helping Archie get up.

"Thank you, Amelia."

Two marines think alike, and for that, she is grateful. From beyond the kitchen door, things are still, though muffled, in squalor. Soon enough, they'll be in it. For now, she'll help Archie rise up to lean against Amelia's good shoulder.

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One arm around Amelia, trying not to touch her skin, and the other around Elizabeth. He mutters something about what most men would give to be between two beautiful women, then shuts up in case either one heard him.

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Amelia can feel how Archie tries to be careful, and she appreciates it on a certain level--but now isn't the time. "Don't worry about touching me." Amelia could put up with hives if it meant getting Archie to Adele faster.

Elizabeth helps her get Archie up, and Amelia nods in reply to the woman's thanks. She rolls her eyes when Archie makes his comment. "Be glad I like you, or getting stabbed still wouldn't be enough."

She lifts her head enough to look at Elizabeth. "Ready when you are."

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Archie is given a small smile before Elizabeth puts all her focus back into their task.

She nods at Amelia.

"Can you do well enough on your own, helping him walk?"

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Archie glances at Amelia, pained, then looks back to Elizabeth.

"What are you going to do?"