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Moment of Awesome - Darcy Lewis: During an attack on the mansion by nanites, Darcy has to take drastic measures when Laurie's prosthetic attacks her.

"Yeah, let's do this thing." Darcy pushed the door open. "Looks cl--" A loud series of beeps interrupted her, and something surprisingly solid ran into her knee. She swung her bag without thought, plunking into the side of the R2-D2 inspired robot vacuum that had been built up from lab scraps and free time. As it moved backward, she snapped over her shoulder for Laurie to run, bag sliding back into place over her shoulder.

The pinch to her side a few minutes later was somehow a surprise. "Thing 1, now is NOT THE TIME... oh shit oh shit LAU-" she cut off with a choked cry as one of the arms skittered free of the bag, wrapped its hand around the front of her neck, and started to squeeze.

Had there been more time, and fewer amounts of ‘my colleague who I actually like is currently being strangled’, Laurie might have taken the time to remember that the warning they’d been given had mentioned nanites and that there was nothing that nanites loved more than say, the technology currently jam-packed into her artificial limb.

As it was, she didn’t even think twice before shoving herself forward to try and pry the currently strangling hand from Darcy’s throat.

If anything could have been said to go well from that point for the two of them, Laurie at least managed to untangle that particular hand and throw it across the room before her own arm betrayed them both.

Darcy gasp-coughed for air, gingerly rubbing her neck with her free hand. "Non-consensual asphyxiation sucks, FYI" she croaked out. And then "Oh fuck, your arms" If one arm in the bag was infected... Darcy dug into her bag, tossing the other arms down the hall behind them, but stayed focused on the trek towards the outside.

"We may have a few more problems than just those," Laurie responded her tone calm despite the fact she was now fighting with her own artificial limb, currently keeping it pointed toward the ceiling but seemingly losing the battle as it attempted to push downward toward her friend. "You need to get the hell away from me, now!"

'Ohshitohshitfuckfuckfuck' screamed Darcy's brain as she watched Laurie fight with her arm. What the hell could she grab that would slow down the nanites? There was probably something in medical, but she couldn't take the risk of grabbing the wrong thing and ingesting would take too long. She racked her brain for answers, and the only thing that came up was probably pretty stupid, but just might work. She fumbled around for her keys, a few practiced moves unclipping what appeared to be a USB drive from the rest of the set. 'You were a faithful friend, lil blue.'

"This is stupid and I already have regrets, but leeeeeeroyyyyyyyyy?" Darcy exclaimed as she sparked the stun gun against Laurie's arm. A miscalculation of momentum had her skidding across the area over the prosthetic and stunning herself with the last bit of it as well, but her gambit had worked. The prosthetic hung, frozen, pointing up and Laurie was... alive, but mostly dead weight. Darcy searched up and down for the latch to the arm, eventually finding the lock and prying it loose. With a grunt, she tossed it down the hallway as far as nerveless fingers would allow, then got a grip around Laurie's waist and slowly dragged them the last of the way out.