When she came to, all she saw was fire. The whole world on fire, burning around her and there was nothing she could do but run. It had been more like crawling, in the end, pulling herself out of the wreckage. All that time consulting for Shoreline on this job and she had never imagined it would end like this. Maybe they wouldn't find the treasure. Maybe it would already have been stolen years ago. But not up in flames, right in front of them. When she awoke, it was dark. She had passed out on the beach, exhausted. The waves lapped at her legs as the tide came in and she bolted upright, wheezing as she tried to calm the pain in her left arm—burned from the explosion. "Hey! Is anyone out here?!" She wandered down the beach, yelling and hoping someone would hear when she stumbled over something in the dark. Or rather, someone. "Hey, hey! You okay?" she asked, kneeling and shaking them with her good arm.
