Neon and White-Lady should have never touched. They both knew the dangers of physical contact with another telepath. Sometimes when the need is so great, instincts over-ride conscious thought. For an instant, a vanishing brief instant, they were aware of all living sentient minds in their limited range. Neon and Tall White-Lady felt Narchi's pain and fear, Martya's confusion, and Jin's iron resolution to succeed. They could feel 518 trying to fight off the shock of his traumatic burns and Dokka's almost parental compassion for him. They could see Dakk's soldierly concerns about the battle taking place before him. They could see that 399 was NOT a scav from city 64, but a spy of Kruag's by the name of Vorn! He was Martya's older brother,too. They were pulled in by the crystal clarity of Neblae's mind. Her mind was racing like a whirlwind of crystal scenarios. She became aware of the intruding minds and grabbed them both in a way that defied their description. Toxic picked up Nachi's flash-drive, which was his horn he had always worn. Toxic blinked and lifted it up. Neblae turned and snapped her gaze to Toxic's hand in a way the caused Toxic to flinch. Neblae moved with impeccable precision that defied description or imitation as she snatched up the horn with her left hand, while zipping up her armor-suit with her right and flipping forward to land on the Cyclops robot's chest section as it's plasma flamer went off. 399 and Jin were sure to be incinerated by it, but Neblae blocked the beam with her body as she plugged the virus loaded flash drive into the robot's computer port. --TO BE CONTINUED!-- More stuff to come! APPARENTLY Rendo never permitted this one to upload! Or they deleted it. This one goes BEFORE the last one, "Toxic Rescuers pt3". Sometimes the galleries are run by gits. XP