"What befell you all?!" he yelled at us, escaping the vehicle rapidly as Fulton got up all alone and helped me out of my squatted position that I had arrived in after the blast and raised a ruckus around town behind me with the vehicle and started hacking out smoke himself.
I shook my head at Fulton accordingly as I held my arm against my chest as it hurt from where it had been hit by the impact from the blast.
"Not excellent things," Fulton answered. "But we're as yet alive. Now how about we leave."
September switched from inside the structure onto the street before suddenly halting, as told by Fulton. "Pause, do you have Quesada?" he inquired. September nodded and highlighted the back, but obviously since he wasn't toward the back, he must be in the storage compartment.
