The guys split up once they were inside the building, after slipping in through a broken pad locked door around the side, so that they could systematically check the building. Vinny took the ground level. Modo took the second floor, and Throttle took the third floor.

They pushed open doors, turned over rickety old furniture and finally after the other lower floors had been cleared, Throttle found Shay curled up with her knees against her chest against the farthest corner of the wall in the very last room on the third floor, her head was down and she was shaking and breathing oddly. "Shay..." He breathed her name as he shoved old desks and chairs out of his way and all but jumped over one piece of furniture just to reach her.

And the second he did, he reached out and ran a slightly shaky hand through her dark hair and frowned when she didn't respond to his touch and look at him like she normally would. "Shay? Sweetheart, it's me. Throttle. You can hear me right?" He asked as he grasped one of her ankles and gently tugged on it so that her leg came away from her body, causing her to tip sideways at an awkward angle, alarming him.

He grabbed her shoulders to keep her from pitching over sideways and paused when he saw one of her arms as it settled on her upper leg. The wrist of her right arm was wrapped in a bloody kerchief that was tightly knotted and there was dry blood on her hand and on her arm around the kerchief. Curious to see just how badly she was wounded, he carefully grasped her arm under the kerchief and turned her arm slightly and let out an angry hissing sound as he took in the bone deep gnash in her hand.

Son of a bitch-

It looked like Chicago was going to have one more person mysteriously disappear with in the next few days or so. But first thing was first, he needed to know how badly Shay was hurt because she wasn't responding to him, then he and his bros needed to get her away from here and maybe to a hospital to have her checked out.

He wrapped his tail around her arm where his hand was and slowly untied the kerchief a little bit and froze when Shay made a distressed sound as blood started running down her hand from someplace under the bloody fabric.

Shit, he hadn't meant to make her bleed, but obviously he hadn't taken into account that the bloody fabric had been fused to her skin. He retied the kerchief and reached up to his own neck and untied the blood red bandanna that he wore around his neck and ripped it in two as he heard the faint sounds of Vinny and Modo running down the hall to the room that he and Shay were in.

"Throttle!"

"In here! Shay's hurt!" Throttle called back as he took one torn piece of his bandanna and used it to wrap her wounded hand and tied it off as tightly as he dared before using the rest to take the place of the bloody kerchief and got a small, brief glimpse of the wound on her wrist and felt his heart leap up into his throat as he re wrapped her wrist as his bros came in and practically ran over to them. Their expressions a combination of worry, concern and rage.

"How bad is she hurt?"

"I can't be totally sure but I think one of the in her wrist arteries was either nicked or cut. I'm not sure how much blood she lost...but it doesn't look to be much-" Yet. Throttle thought darkly as he pictured all of the terrible things he and his bros were going to do to the bastard responsible for hurting Shay.

"She needs medical attention." Modo said.

Throttle made a humming sound as he tied off the make shift bandage and then reached out and slipped an arm around her shoulders and the other under her legs and picked her up as Vinny picked up the small hand gun sitting that had been on the floor next to her and slipped it in the back of his pants at the small of his back as Throttle stood up with Shay cradled in his arms, his expression pained as he caught sight of her pale sweat dampened face.

Oh gods, there was something horribly, horribly wrong with her wasn't there? He'd never seen her face look so pale. It was practically chalk white! There was a strained look on her face, as if the fact that she was breathing was just so painful. And her breathing was labored in an unnatural way.

"We better get her out of here now-" He said in a shaky tone as he turned and started to make his way across the floor, his bros falling into step behind him.