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[ Muffled, savage shouts? Lots of banging? Yes, America is trapped by the Reavers in the dead of night. He's breathing harshly, and if you care to notice, his breathing have a wet sound to it. ]

So. Good news. Found what I came here for.

[ A rattling sound resounds close to the communicator; it's obviously a pill bottle being shaken. ]

Bad news... well. Yeah.

[ He coughs. A louder bang and shout resounds, which is closely followed by a gunshot. America laughs, full of his usual confidence but somehow hollow. Maybe even a little scared. ]

Somehow, I think it'll be worse if these guys get to me than when Mexico did. I've got five rounds left. Twelve out there. And no way I'm wasting a bullet or a pill on getting outta this the easy way! [ Shouted at the Reavers, but you guys can still get an earful. ]

...All-in-all, pretty good odds in my favor! Be back at Marshall in about an hour.

[ No. He won't. A louder bang, and three successive shots before the audio buzzes out. Ten minutes will go by before he replies to anything. ]

[Guess who's kind of creeping along the edge of the remaining Reavers?]

[ a few minutes of silence before ]

Where are you, idiot?

[America may be able to hear footsteps approaching and a voice grumbling softly, but there is no one there.]

Hey, America! Things don't sound too good over there. Need some backup?

[a brief bout of silence, save for a hum of contemplation]

...Is why knives are better. More reliable.

America--!

W-What are you doing outside?!

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