Jane quickly became aware that her instincts had served her well. She was, indeed, being chased. Heavy footsteps were coming down behind her, almost in rhythm with her own, and she knew that if she faltered for even the shortest of moments, she'd be in their grasp. "Shit!" she breathed, her heart pounding as she sloppily turned corner after corner, hopping over small piles of debris if needed. Despite her twists and turns, her pursuer was relentless. It was becoming clearer and clearer that it was only a matter of time before she was caught. Or maybe, her pursuer would grow tired of the chase and shoot her. It made her question whether the mission was worth it at all; Connor's life was priceless, true, but now it seemed that other rebels' lives were at a higher risk than his.<br/><br/>She cursed herself for being late; Thomas was faster, more agile than she was, and she could already feel her body starting to tire. The wind blew hard in the opposite direction, making Jane's eyes sting, as if it were holding a personal grudge against her. At some point, amid all the chaos, her hood flew off. She knew there'd be no point in replacing it, but with the hood down, she was able to risk a glance over her shoulder and see her follower with her peripheral vision. It was another woman, taller than her by maybe an inch or two, her hair just as dark as her uniform. Whoever she was, she looked just as predatory as the other militia members. That's what they were - wild animals. Their eyes seldom showed anything but bloodlust and mischief. Jane hoped that she'd lived to see them all caged like the beasts they were.<br/><br/>Jane's legs screamed for rest, and she could barely muster enough strength to keep from slowing down. Regardless, it didn't seem like she'd have to worry about that; before she knew it, there were hands on her, latched onto the bag at her back, followed by full weight. The strap of her backpack seemed to lock up across her chest before pulling her backwards. Although she tried to fight against it, the momentum was too much to overcome, and she felt herself falling hard.<br/><br/>"Mmph!" she grunted, landing face-down. Her hands flew in front of her face, and they would've been badly scraped had it not been for the rain making the stones slick. She started an attempt to scuttle away, but it was only another fraction of a second before she felt the officer's body on top of hers. Jane let out another grunt as she was forced harder onto the ground, and although she was painfully out of breath, she refused to stop fighting, kicking and throwing elbows as much as she could - which wasn't much, given her current state. She tried to roll over onto her back, but it was sort of like pushing a wall - no budging.<br/><br/>"Get off me, you militia scum!" she shouted, her voice hindered by labored breathing. Jane turned her face to the side to look up at her pursuer with squinted eyes. Slight recognition washed over her - that was the same officer she'd passed earlier, the one harassing that hot dog guy. Jane rolled her eyes, finally accepting defeat. "You're all the same, aren't you?" she muttered, not hiding her disdain. Jane had no clue what her fate would be, but the thought of dying at that moment, without ever having made a significant difference in Dome...that thought angered her beyond words, and it showed all over her face.