Jacks screamed at full throttle through the blinding dirt, weaving and swerving through the masses of other hoverbike bound gang members. His goal was simple, find a man small enough, or a woman marauder whose gear would be compatible with M's frame. His eyes worked overtime scouting potential targets, but none were filling the bill.<br/><br/>Three whole passes before he saw the woman. Her hair was cut into a mohawk and she looked scrawny and emaciated, but the body size worked fine. He jumped off of the bike at full speed, hurling himself toward the female marauder. He slammed into her and they both went rolling. He had expected the blow to take her down and put her out, but she was scrappy from living out 'here' and she was back to her feet almost as quickly as he was. The woman snarled through her gas mask, she looked frightening, her face had a massive boil eclipsing both lips.  She pulls her machete and charges straight for him without fear.<br/><br/>*******<br/><br/>Meanwhile back up in the wrecked flat, M was dealing with her own feelings of fear and rage. She couldn't see, she was as naked as the day she was born, and with only a single pistol she was looking forward to dealing with a handful of crazy heavily-armed maniacs that wanted nothing more that to plug every single orifice  of her body at once, before brutally murdering her.<br/><br/>They stood at the door, many men is all she knew, but they were coming through. The door heaved, creaking in it's frame as the battering ram slammed home again. "YEAH GIRL! THAT'S RIGHT, HERE COMES THE PAIN!" One exclaimed, screeching with sadistic joy. It was then that the door burst and 6 men came flooding in.