Chase jumped up, and grabbing the back of her chair, pulled himself to her. Now standing, he could hear the steady stammer of the LAV's chain gun firing. He holstered the pistol and pushed some of the optical gear away from her face. Freid looked as though she'd just taken a severe beating. Her entire face was one huge bruise, blue-black, swollen, and ugly. She blinked at him with horribly bloodshot eyes. She grabbed at his arms and he saw that her hands were bruised in the same way. All over her body the capillaries in her skin had burst. She started to manage a slight smile for him, but then realization hit. Her gaze snapped to the monitors.