"That was known long before this stint." Laura blinked, then eyed her hand and the contents. Now there was broken masks talking to her, after demons, balls of light and the power of the universe inhabiting her, why not a broken piece of porcelain talking?
She shook her head and kept going. "None of this was me. The Fallen came out and did all of this, black rain too to take out the soldiers out of reach. Four clones, a squad and a helicopter, more but they retreated."
There was a loud huff under his body. Now was not the time to be waxing poetic about the sky and the landscape like some warrior-poet from the old legends. Though truthfully, Laura could look at the same thing and not see any of what artistic people described. She looked over at the picture and shook her head, Creed was the last thing she wanted to be thinking of right now. "Do you have your healing vial on you?"