She had more than a plan. She was built for this sort of thing. It took her just but a second to focus her processor, just for a brief second, all the time internally tricking her mind into thinking that all of this, from the danger to the difficult landscape, was nothing but a simple test. “Just a test…it’s a test…” Dee whispered to herself, gritting her teeth as she felt it, that sheer need to solve whatever lie in front of her. Yes, the itch was finally complying. The moment Wheatley held onto her, she grabbed him with both arms as they began to plummet, wrapping one arm under his legs and letting the other support his back. Things began to slow in front of her eyes as her programming took over, calculating the best way to the solution. She could see the giant slab of concrete beginning to fall, and she let herself grin. With one swift movement, she pushed off with a foot as hard as she could, letting the two of them fly upwards and backwards.
“Brace yourself!” Dee shouted, maneuvering her heel so just the metal end of the boot, the brace end, came into contact with the opposite end of the metal walkway that paralleled the ruins of the informations center. One funny thing about the long fall boots, she had discovered when they were first strapped onto their feet, is that they weren’t just good at absorbing the shock of a fall, but they could also be used to repel that energy and act, in short, as long jump boots. The two went flying forward, and Dee had to swing her legs in front of her to catch themselves on the top pile of rubble of the original platform. Dee let out grunt of pain as th crashed, losing her footing as the two came rolling down to a stop at the bottom of the small pile. Dee was still holding onto Wheatley for dear life, except something was wrong. Dee was unconscious.
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