While Jacks' directives were messed with, M waited for the Marauder's answer. She knew full well she couldn't trust any of them. Heck, she knew she couldn't trust<span style="font-weight: bold">anyone at all</span>in the wastelands. But she also knew sacrifices had to be made in order to get to where she wanted.<br/><br/>Hoping they would at least keep her alive, the girl took a deep breath. It was hard to give up her guns. It tasted of failure. With the bitter taste in her mouth and calling herself a coward mentally, M finally tossed her guns to the ground.<br/><br/>Raising her hands in a sign of defeat was even harder. Every fiber of her screamed against this gesture, but M swallowed her pride and did it. "All right, I've done my half of our deal. Now do yours."<br/><br/>She tried to keep her voice firm and steady, but it was hard to shake the feeling that they had finally managed to break her.<span style="font-style: italic">Come on, girl. It's just means to reach your final destination. You'll forget all of this once you have a real life.</span>