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"Let's start with his room, he'd want to save his precious games I'm sure," Zala explained. But when they got to his room there had been no sign of Rosen.

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Kale blinked, "I haven't seen her," his eyes found Frei who had been at the Juttles the longest, "Has Laurel come in?" he shouted to her. Frei shook her head as she turned and looked back at the smoke. The resort shifted again, struggling in an effort not to tilit.

Long managed to grab a handful of games and put them in his pocket before following Zala to the next place.

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"I'll find her," Nic promised before grabbing a gas mask and running into the smoke.

"Maybe he went to grab a snack before heading to the Juttles and got trapped," Zala muttered, not having much faith in Rosen.

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Laurel was difficult to find. She wasn't in her room or even near it. But as he got closer to the fire he heard her shouting for help. She seemed to be near the gun range.

So Long started heading for the kitchen with Zala.

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So Nic started sprinting for the gun range.

No Rosen. "Well... I suppose he could have gotten knocked out by the annual blast. Let's check around the hospital," she stated, remarkably calm.

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It looked like Laurel had gotten trapped in a hallway in front of the gun-range by a partial collapse of the ceiling. She was lucky the fire hadn't reached all of that artillery yet.

Long was also remaining calm, still following after Zala.

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Nic didn't waste any time, digging out enough around her face to put the mask on her before digging Laurel out.

The smoke got thicker by the foot as they got closer to the hospital. "Ah!" Zala stated, finally breaking out into a run as she pointed to a patch of bright red showing through the haze.

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"Dominic!" Laurel cried out in surprise as she struggled to help free herself, she had a tightly sealed backpack on.

Long quickly followed after Zala toward the red patch.

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Nic didn't waste any time getting Laurel free and helping her up.

Rosen was knocked out though it didn't appear to be much more than a bump on his head. The real injuries were his hands, which clutched a metal box which was clearly too hot to be touching with bare hands. His hands had already been severely burned and he wasn't letting go.

Zala cussed, "That's your box," she spat at Long as she got down and tried to pry Rosen's hands off the box, "The fool came back for your box!"

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Laurel wobbled a bit from all the smoke she'd inhaled but nodded to Nic, steading herself on his arm.

Long helped Zala pry Rosen's hands off the box before helping Zala pick him up.

Nic gave Laurel the mask again before starting to take her to the Juttles.

As Long picked up Rosen, Zala wrapped her coat around the box and picked it up, "Of all the times for him for actually act selflessly," she muttered unhappily.

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Laurel leaned on him for support but was able to walk at a crisp pace, "I got your stuff," she told him.

Long didn't say anything as he gave Rosen his gas mask and started heading back for the Juttles as quickly as he could.

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Nic didn't say anything, inhaling as little smoke as he could.

Zala followed as quickly as she could behind him.

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Laurel paused before trying to pass the mask back to him.

Long kept up a good pace, Sheng defiantly hadn't chosen him as a bodyguard just for show.

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Nic didn't take it back right away. But after coughing a minute later, he took the mask back for a little while.

Zala slowly started to fall behind. She was tiny and hadn't been trained as an assassin.

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Laurel did her best not to cough for as long as she could, trying to use her sleeve but it was no good and soon she was coughing raggedly once more.

Long didn't slow down for Zala; she knew the way.

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So Nic gave Laurel the mask back, trying to work his way to the Juttle as quickly as possible.