<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">(Miren Baines post) </span><br/><br/>Dallas only flagged his hand and gave Quinn the finger as he nudged the woman into one of the suites and locked the door behind him.<br/><br/>It would have been a pretty smooth flight but within one hour of the journey there was suddenly a loud ruckus in the back. The door of Dallas's suite suddenly broke open as the same red head that Quinn was introduced to hours earlier at the beginning, wandered out into the main hallway holding a side arm in her hand, distraught, shaking, and had a copious amount of blood splattered upon her face, exposed chest, and neck area. The unnamed courtesan had a death stare in her eyes as she frantically scanned around with the gun pointing wildly.<br/><br/>When a few of the other escorts came up from the back, she had pointed the weapon upon them and opened fire, immediately splattering the first male's brains against the wall behind him and shooting the other in the chest who immediately fell forward with a withering scream.<br/><br/>" I'm no one's fuck toy!!!," she screamed while looking wildly, " I was someone! I had a house! I had....I had a husband...children...," her eyes began to water as she arose a bloody right forearm and streaked gore across her face to catch some tears, " Why...?," she suddenly began to whine in a crazed animalistic moan, " Why did this happen to me...?"<br/><br/>The door to the front entrance by the Captains cabin opened and the co-pilot was seen approaching from it, ducking behind the wall and turkey peaking to assess the situation. The pilot saw Quinn still in her seat watching what was taking place and attempted to speak to her.<br/><br/>" You have a weapon?," he hissed, " Hey --- I don't have the vantage point but you do --- take it," and before she was able to refuse or make a choice, the pilot threw her a specialized M1911E .45 side arm. The pistol was loaded with hard plastic rounds to prevent puncturing the hull and had laser sighting correction.<br/><br/>The woman was completely naked and covered with what could have been assumed to be Dallas's blood. The girl turned towards the front where she noticed Quinn had been watching and pointed the gun towards her direction.<br/><br/>" You too bitch!!," she said while moving forward, " You won't be playing with my head! MY HEAD!! Get out of my head! My name is Shandra Kenston! I have a husband and two daughters! I'm not a whore!! IM NOT SOME COCK CUSHION!!!" Tears were streaming down her eyes as well as a drip of spittle as she grotesquely began to claw the right side of her face violently. The woman's once perfect black nails, first making hook cuts before dragging the skin downward to rip seams within her cheek.<br/><br/>" I'll fucking kill all you mother fuckers!," as she pointed in the direction of Quinn shaking and drooling with flared nostrils.