Patchouli sighed and followed Lynae as she leapt up through the trapdoor. She couldn't help but wonder if perhaps, at any point, they could taken a break- not to rest, but to actually think for once. But hey, if everyone had common sense, what good would Patchouli be?
"Easy, Lyn..." Patchouli muttered. She threw two needles, one from each hand, with pinpoint accuracy towards the two jeep tires they could see. That should hold 'em... assuming their ride didn't burst into flames and explode. The odds of bringing these guys home alive seemed to be dwindling rapidly.