"I'm<span style="font-style: italic">STILL</span>here." Jane said, aiming one of her pistols up to the bandit leader's head. "...You, on the other hand?"<br/>And then she fired.<br/><br/>"Alright. ANYBODY ELSE want to piss me off?" Jane asked, looking around at the various bandits in the room. "Feel free to try! I got plenty of bullets, and plenty of time!" She added, holding up her guns. "You have until three."<br/><br/>And with that, any remain bandits begun to get out of there, suddenly very fearful of their lives.<br/>"Three."<br/><br/>And she begun to open fire, mowing down any bandit not fast enough to escape, with a small, yet...satisfied smile on her face. "Alright, we're done here." She told Alex, heading towards him. "Sorry about shooting you."<br/><br/>---<br/>Alan gulped, suddenly horrified. What if he messed up? What if the guard hurt him? "I....I.." He mumbled, looking over at Silver.<br/><br/>Suddenly, he realized. Silver was depending on him to get them out of here. He was the person Silver was relying on. This reminded him of something, something Alex told him when they had first met.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"It's always been my personal belief that if you have strength, then you should use it to help those who are more vulnerable then you are. That is the responsibility of the strong."</span><br/><br/>And Alan knew, at that moment, he had the strength to help Silver. He wasn't strong, he knew that. But he had the strength to help a person more vulnerable than he was.<span style="font-style: italic">"Alright...I'm gonna do this!'</span>He thought to himself, gathering his resolve. He suddenly sat up, kicking himself off the floor, ramming into the guard, tackling them to the ground. "Got them!" He yelled at Silver, ripping the keys from the guard, rushing over to Silver and unlocking him. "Come on let's go' He said, grabbing his new ally and running away.