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SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ELENA FISHER last years model ... xxxxxxxx Being a reporter meant a lot of things you had to be what the situation needed you to be. At all times. Elena's surroundings were always constantly changing, whether she was back at the studio, out on the field, or at home. She had to be a flexible woman, and squeeze herself into all sorts of different situations, and appear like she had the experience to deal with them properly. Being in a situation like this, however, was entirely new to the woman. Never, in her life, had she manned a gun before - the closest thing that she had ever aimed at anyone had been a camera lens. But, luckily, even something as harmless as a camera gave her quite the experience in holding something steadily. Although the twenty seven year old had never once, in her life, fired a gun before, she'd shot multiple different cameras, and had a lot of experience with a steady hand because of it. Surely, a steady hand wasn't the only thing required in order to fire a gun, but it would definitely help in the situation. Something Elena demonstrated very well from her round-about cover, only peeking up every so often when she knew she'd be able to either take a shot, or at least access the situation they were in, without anyone noticing her too heavily. It helped that Nathan was the main source of their assault most likely because Drake was very much capable, as he displayed, when it came to hand-to-hand combat. That man's right hook was enthralling to watch.. Even so, distractions aside, Elena made sure to watch his back, firing off a pot shot whenever she could line one up with an individual that was choosing to try and do damage from afar giving Nathan a chance to clear up some of the attackers with his hands, while Elena took care of the ranged opponents. Even so.. The exploding barrels definitely weren't a common occurrence for Elena. Neither was the large gunboat that had decided to join the party. Uh.. Nate.. !? Elena questioned as the ship rounded their vessel, causing the duo to have to shift around to gain different angles of cover. Gritting her teeth through the rumbles of debris flying every which way, and the shake of the rocket launcher connecting with the ship, Elena kept herself close to Nate, allowing them to guide them to their next destination the moment the gunboat would round about again. His voiced question about where the hell Sully was met with a nod of agreeance, completely beside herself with trying to figure out what their options even were. Bailing over the side of the ship would be just as hopeless as remaining on it without Sully's help.. The sound of the plane's propellers hit Elena's eats like an angel's voice her body was ready to get moving the moment the fire was pointed out. Shifting onto her feet better, Elena took off to grab the camera, not willing to risk losing all of that footage, and was quick to escape the burning vessel with Nate. The crash landing into the rough sea below hadn't been anticipated, and the shock of the cold water almost completely expelled the air within Elena's lungs, but Nathan didn't give her body a long enough chance to take any of it in he was pulling her onto the plane, easing her into its safety before her mind could completely register what was going on. Collapsing beside Nate, a few rough coughs ebbed from the back of the journalist's mouth, spitting up a small mouthful of salt water. Rubbing her mouth with the back of her hand, Elena's body eased back against the seat she had fallen into, eyelids opening to look at Nathan as he asked if she was alright. The woman couldn't even get her mouth open before he was already searching her over, trying to locate if anything had been hurt, or broken, in the disarray. Weakly, she shook her head 'no', shifting the camera to set it beside her on the next seat over. No, no.. Fine. I think I'm fine. There was a bit of a graze along her right upper arm, where a bullet skimmed along her skin, but it was nothing more than a bit of a scratch a luckily mistimed bullet. What.. what about you? Almost instantly, the fatigue Elena had been expressing in her body language seemed to disappear the moment she turned the tables back on him, lifting a hand to smooth it over his cheek. Falling silent as Sully asked Nathan a question, her face slightly twisted after the old man's later response about their pay day. It made her grip around Nate slightly increase, hugging him a bit more secure than she had been moments before. Yeah, and I bet Nate feels fine, Sullivan. Thanks for asking. the blond grumbled from their position behind the cockpit, unsure if Sullivan would've been able to hear her snarky remark or not - and, to be honest, wasn't too concerned if he did. Speaking of pay day.. the blue-eyed woman started, glancing towards the camera she'd barely made it out of there with. My.. producers really aren't going to like hearing that we blew up the boat. Don't suppose you boys got a savings account, or anything, right? xxxxxxxxxxxxxx SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO