"Even then, it ruins the point of healing him in the first place. Just undo him or whatever, and lets get the hell out of here. Or, better yet, leave him as he is. He probably doesnt know much as it is."

Or, you could rip out his -

Shut up.

"Besides, bothering with this little hostage of ours isnt getting us to Chicago any faster. Lets get a move on."

OOC: I figured you would all be on the helicopters that took all the shadowrunners away... but this works fine too, and I can fit it into the plot easily enough.

Mendel said, "Interrogation? The guys half dead and I doubt we can get anything coherent out of him. I say we go with this fellow here, " he pointed to Conrad, "and just get out of the Zone, before we get ambushed again and there aren't any T-birds to help us." He looked around nervously, not wanting to trust any of them, but deciding it was better to go with them now and maybe be ambushed then stay here and definatly get ambushed again.

"Lets just dump the goob and move on," Eron said flatly, "There's more ways this could go wrong for us if we were to stick around and talk to this guy. I dont care if we kill him or leave him, we need to get somewhere safe in this screwed up city and figure out what we're going to do before we end up like this guy or worse."

Cov shrugged. "Who wants to kill him." A few people looked edgy about killing in cold-blood.

Cov shrugged, reached down, picked up the man's knife, and cut his throat.

He stuck the knife into him, and walked away without seeming to care about how the man was gurgling madly, and with every tug of his arm more blood spilled out as he tried to get his hand up to stop it.

"So, to the safe-house?"

As the others turned to Cov, "Angela" knelt over the dying man and pulled the knife out of the body, twisting to avoid the small spray of blood. Cov was either lucky or good, because his blade cut part of the heart open. Unfortunately, he wasn't good enough, because it was only the pericardium.

She hated messy kills.

You'll thank me for this.

When nobody was looking, she sunk it into the space between his neck and his ribcage, into the subclavial cavity. Her hand twisted, severing the major blood vessels leading from the heart and his strugglings ceased.

Or at least... you will silently thank me.

She turned back to Cov.

"Where's the safehouse?"

Sigmaeus nodded to Angela.

"Likely where these Helicopters are going to take us... so I suggest the rest of you do as I did... and get on, before they take off without us."

That girl made a nice cut with that knife, ey?

Sigmaeus inwardly sighed, tugging the collar of his jacket up to his eyes, and sat back and readied for the ride. He hated helicopters.

OOC: He cut the throat, then stuck it into his chest.

Most of the other shadowrunners were loaded, and the Ares soldiers waved at the remining runners to board or they would be left behind. Mendel nearly had a nervous breakdown when he realized they were Ares, but he took some medication he carried to stop the shaky hands and calm him down, and got in one of the helicopters anyway, looking this way and that constantly to make sure he wasn't going into a trap.

(OCC: Drek! How could I forget that there were corporate helicopters waiting for us?!)

Conrad boarded the helicopters and made his way to the pilot cabin to see if he could find out their destination. Maybe British Johnson and his bodyguard would be on board, too!

Without a show of remorse, Covanent stretched his shoulder and said, "Well, let's get moving. Especially if we want to live."

He walked over to a helicopter and got in.