Henry waved to Dan and he brought over M's pistols to her, "I am really sorry things turned out like this for you, I really wished we could have helped you more." He said, the look of embarrassment in his eyes.<br/><br/>"Wait, stop dammit!" Lasso called out. "<span style="font-weight: bold">If you go out there and surrender, they are most likely going to kill us anyway</span>, prolly take Helen and and sell her as a specialty sex slave whether we surrender M or not! I mean what the fuck? M don't go out there! You deserve a chance at a life like any of the rest of us do." The man in the large wide brimmed stetson said.<br/><br/>"Lasso, You don't know that! And she already called out there and told them she was coming out, if she don't go now, they are really gonna get pissed." Helen started to plead again, but Lasso cut her off.<br/><br/>"Stop Helen, Yall just hear me out...M? M take a quick peep out that window and tell me if any of those men outside look familiar. I mean to say, have any of those men ever actually even seen you before, They know what you look like? Cause I got a plan that might just save all of you if'n the answer is 'NO'!" Lasso pleaded to M.<br/><br/>**************<br/><br/>Hexxy's mutilated corpse slid to the ground with a wet thump. Jacks had registered the other gang member enter the room and leave, but he was frozen in place until his directives reset. Hexxy had written a bunch of crazy protocol and now that she was dead, he was searching for a new set. He pulled up this toolbar history and scanned back the last set of directives he'd put in place. 'Protect 'M'" He said as he suddenly regained control of himself.<br/><br/>Jacks snapped into action and immediately dropped down and pulled up his pants, taking only a brief second to wipe Hexxy's juices away. Already hearing the mob of boot heels double timing it up the stairs, Jacks ran for the corner, where Hexxy had placed her gun while she was fiddling with Jacks. He grabbed in that dove headlong out of boarded window. For a normal man, chained arms and legs would have ceased any real mobility, but Jacks' system quick adapted turning his gate from big long strides, to more effective short choppy steps.<br/><br/><br/>It was to no avail, because he landed in the directly below and that's were the majority of the gang members were waiting to file up the stairs. He managed to get past a few, but with the first ten yard dash he was seeing shots fly over his shoulder. Jacks spun and dropped, firing his rifle in rapid succession. The Sentinel's perfect target tracking system took care of the rest. Four shots, four Marauder's head disappear. He landed in a tactical role and was up and running again with an instant.<br/><br/>He could see the hoverbike directly in front of him, a quick jump and he'd be home free, But suddenly Hector Blood shot out in front of him. His EMP baton in his human hand, the cybernetic hand brandished a machete. "Where you going Muthafucka?" He said, a cruel smile on his face.