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Ron quickly snapped to his senses. First, his hearing returned, allowing him to hear men shout commands and laugh. Second, came his sense of smell. The rancid smell of animal dung or body odor filled Ron's nostrils as he got to his feet.

His vision, though blurry, returned in time to see a bunch of men pull and yank Lauren out of the back door of the wrecked shuttle. Lauren stumbled and fell in a wet puddle, sand mixed with a liquid that was pouring from the underside of the shuttle.

Ron hobbled over to the crowd as fast as he could, grabbed a man by his shoulder, spun him around and punched him. As soon as Ron bacame outnumbered by the Ruckus men, a military jeep carrying two soldiers drove up blowing it's horn.

"Back up! Back!" A soldier commands jumping off the jeep and approaching the crowd, gun at the ready. Intimidated, the men disperse from the scene. Lauren looks up from her prone position to see the towering soldier offer his hand. The man was built like a linebacker, six feet of thick muscle, or it could all be just protective padding. Back on her feet, Lauren ran over to Ron who was getting his cuts attended to by the second soldier. A woman who had the facial expressions of someone experienced in their field. Her skilled hands patched Ron's face up so smoothly, that Lauren was getting jealous. Aside from a few scrapes, Ron was still hot. In fact, the slight scar on his chin made him more rugged and irresistible.