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Reporting...	Close Call The pair had returned less than a week ago and Wild made his presence quite known. Returning back from downing the Night Raven, Wild stumbled into the room with his power armor retracted, as Angel stood wide-eyed in disbelief. "What the hell? You're all over the news. I thought you said keeping a low profile was key?!" Angel yells out, making sure the door was completely closed for their hotel room. "Sorry, had to take a risk," Wild says, smirking before groaning in pain and falling to his knees. "Mind...helping me out here? Kinda fell with an elevator." "Not this time around. You shouldn't be taking such risks. Besides...I have a date tonight," Angel says, as she finished straightening out her dress. "Wait, what?! Fine whatever, see if I care. Besides, you might as well get used to doing that again, since you're almost done," Wild retorts back, adjusting himself and moving along to the edge of the bed to lean against it. Not expecting that response, Angel rubbed her forehead in annoyance, she just stared daggers at him. "So what, you're just counting down the days to get rid of me?" "That how you wanna see it? Sure why not." "Idiot!" Angel yells out, giving Wild a swift kick to his leg. Groaning in pain, Wild held it as she stormed out. Getting a moment's peace, Wild sighed, surprised she went out. Looking down at his leg, he uttered a few curses at the sight of the wounds reopening again. Two hours later... "So Emily...what do you do?" the man sitting across from Angel asks, as they wait for their food. "Well, I'm actually freelance right now, Jim. Me and my partner travel around the country doing various jobs. I do more of the teaching kind when needed, he tends to help out on the...volunteer work," Angel says, smiling back at her date. "Your partner? Are you two together or something? And what kind of volunteer work?" "Oh no...he's just someone involved with work, he tends to do more so firefighting, police work, that sort of thing," Angel responds back, before a small beeping could be heard from her purse. "I'm sorry, excuse me." "What is it W-" "Angel, are you nearby?!" "What's wrong? I'm kinda busy..." Angel says, recognizing the anxious tone but downplaying it for appearances. "I went out again..." "What?! In your condition, your equipment needed a few more days," Angel continues, choosing her words selectively. "Yeah...that's not the only thing...body's...really messed up...don't think I'll make it back..." Wild says, as the line was lost. Standing up quickly, Angel apologized to Jim, explaining her partner was in trouble and needed a ride back. Leaving, Angel quickly moved before Jim could chase her down. Heading down a deserted alleyway, Angel activated her armor and put up Wild's beacon. Moving up to the rooftops, Angel activated her Jammers as she moved, helicopters flying by unable to pick her up. Approaching her location, she could see Crossbone lying on the ground, blood all over the place. Several USMP armors stood above him, their armor broken. "You bastard, trying to take us on again? You're a goddamn fool. Now you'll pay for your stunt little rogue," the leader taunted over Wild, as he groaned in pain at the four. His eyes could barely focus, with more pieces of his armor broken off. Angel looked down and saw how powerless he looked. The point of near death. A part of her simply wanted to leave and yet, she knew deep down she couldn't, she wouldn't. Descending down behind them, they turned to look and saw nothing. Looking back down at their prey, in an instant the leader of the squad suddenly felt a beam cut into his back. Turning, they all looked in shock at a Gundam wielding a beam scythe. Angel quickly moved and smashed in the next armor's face with the other end of the scythe. Her anger was immeasurable, as she bashed the next with a shield into the wall and as the fourth tried to run, the shield launched out and opened up to reveal a beam blade hidden away, stabbing into the back of the fourth. "Wild, Wild! We have to go, now!" Angel yells out at him, and retrieves back her weapon. The last thing Wild saw on his visor before passing out was a Synch rate of 63%.
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