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As much as you wanted to nail these things in the back of the head with an explosive web-ball, you knew that the civilians took priority over your base, violent desires.
As silently as you could, you crept over the edge of the boat and sent out multiple web nets for people to grab onto. Somewhere in the back of your head, you wondered what you would have to do or say to make these people put their lives in your hands. But to your surprise, they didn’t struggle or show any clear signs of doubt when they grabbed onto your net and let you pull them closer to the boat.
Maybe it was because they saw you fighting against their abductors, or maybe they were just that desperate to get out of harm’s way. Either way worked for you.
When they were close enough to the boat, you crawled down and extended a hand to lift them up out of the water. They gratefully took it, allowing you to push them up and towards the railing. And without even having to be asked, there were already people waiting to help them up and over. This continued for a while, until you were absolutely certain that you’d gotten everyone out of the water that you could see.
<span class="mu-g">“Some of us never came up!”</span> one of the women shouted, shivering furiously as she did so. She was one of the first ones that you pulled out.
<span class="mu-g">“P-please! You have to save them.”</span>
You flipped on your Slip Vision and extended the range of the strange sensor. You were definitely detecting movement below the surface. There were two people drowning down there!
You were off like a shot, pushing off the boat so hard that you might’ve rocked the entire vessel when you dove back into the Hudson. You swam as hard as you could, letting out short, explosive bursts to propel you forward. You couldn’t afford to waste time here.
You wrapped your arms around two humanoid figures. One fighting for air and consciousness, and the other being almost entirely motionless.
Not good, not good!
You kicked madly to reach the surface again, handing the two people up to the waiting participants in this rescue effort and leaping up onto the railing to survey the situation.
Okay…that should be all of them.
<span class="mu-r">“Does anyone know CPR? That woman isn’t breathing!”</span> you announced.
Several people glanced at each other with uncertain and terrified expressions, until an older Indian man stepped forward.
<span class="mu-r">“I know CPR.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Please, save her.”</span> you pleaded. You would try yourself, but with your strength, you were more likely to break her ribs or collapse her lungs than introduce air back into them.
The man didn’t hesitate. He knelt down to place his ear over her chest, and then immediately began pumping. Once, twice, thrice, head tilt, breathe. Once, twice, thrice, head tilt, breathe…
He repeated this multiple times, the others around him growing increasingly worried with each passing cycle. You were not exempt from this.
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