Patrolling [OTA]

[protectorneal]

Riley pulled the hood up over her coat as she walked down the sidewalk. There was the crunch of snow on the ground and the brisk chill in the air, but Riley loved it. It reminded her of Washington which made it feel like a little bit of home. Which was nice since the police work definitely didn't. She nodded a greeting to the passer by. It still

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[im_mathboy]

Poor Eli was sprawled out on the cobblestone, face first, with a bunch of equipment - tubes and the such - scattered around him. At one point he had been holding all of it, but now he was just groaning.

[protectorneal]

Riley quickly crossed the sidewalk and skidded a little on the ice, but luckily, she had better reflexes thanks to her protection detail. "Are you all right?" She reached down to touch the equipment but snapped her hand back. "Is any of this toxic?" She'd worked with too many scientists with Homeland Security to blindly touch anything.

[im_mathboy]

He groans against the pavement, mumbling and answer and realizing only after she probably didn't hear him at all. He shifted, feeling a sharp pain in his ankle and decided turning onto his back was better than sitting up at the moment. "No... just stuff for an extinguisher." This time he could actually be heard.

[protectorneal]

After the reassurance that it wasn't toxic, Riley began to gather the supplies that had scattered and then turned her attention to the man. She realized that he hadn't moved from his prone posture.

"Are you all right?"