Dawn yelped as the stranger grabbed her and held the gun against her head. He was pressing against her cut, making it burn. The pain made her head feel light, she could barely focus on what was in front of her. She had realised that the stranger was not with the others, that should have been obvious from his attire. He didn't have a red tie around his bicep like the others. So, she probably shouldn't have kicked the gun out of his hand, but she acted out of impulse - something she often did. Shoot first, ask questions later.<br/><br/>Holding her at gunpoint seemed to be working though, they were moving away without much hassle from the other men. Now she didn't feel so bad for kicking the gun, though it got her into an even more of a sticky situation. Why was everyone trying to kill her tonight? She could not catch a break.<br/><br/>The men held their guns to him, but didn't fire. They seemed puzzled, like they weren't quite sure how to react to the mans actions. Perhaps they did want her alive, then, otherwise they would have just shot the pair of them.<br/><br/>It wasn't until they turned the corner that she struggled to break free, bringing up her leg so she could stomp down on the mans foot.