Finally, Elizabeth was able to get away from the captain. Nixon had been a faster draw and he paid the price for underestimating her, forced to unhand his own weapon. The captain attempted to get up, but the wound in his other leg was taking it's toll; and he plunged right down after his first attempt. Holding himself up to the wall, he tried once more, before a bullet made it into his stomach. He roared, the pain was getting to him as was his frustration. He couldn't shoot with his left hand, and he wouldn't be able to catch up. He'd lost sense of direction and the smoke was still too thick to find the exit quickly...<br/><br/>Yet where the captain had failed, Elizabeth had yet to face his back-up. The moment she'd managed to escape from the cabin, a girl's voice shouted at her; “Drop your weapon!”<br/><br/>Roschni had been waiting all along outside the cabin door and her rifle was aimed straight at the back of Elizabeth's head. She was shaking, sweating and nervous, but the gun was steady and her eyes were set onto Elizabeth like a wolf's onto a lamb. “Drop your weapon and get on your knees!” She shouted, twitching like a madwoman. The tension made Roschni want to shoot. Shoot and be done with it, but they needed her alive. They needed Elizabeth Nixon alive...