M waited with baited breath for the Sentinel's reply. Her heart was racing, and her palms turned cold. She felt deep inside that it was pointless to hope. That it was end of the line for her. He would take her back in, one way or another. She was dead anyway. M had no idea what was going on with the Sentinel. She could only imagine he was a cold piece of machine, and that was it.<br/><br/>When Jacks shouted, she jumped a little. His words after the shout were even scarier. What the hell would they do now? Listening to Jacks, she followed him to the other room. Her eyes lit up when she saw her pistol. It wasn't as big as the rifles, but she knew its workings inside and out, and she was pretty sure it could be pretty lethal when aimed at the right place.<br/><br/>Holding her weapon, the girl took a look just to make sure it was functional, and took a deep breath. Well, if this was the end, she would not go down alone. She had every intention to fight as long as there was one last breath in her body. "I can", she replied, to his question.<br/><br/>Looking for a spot where she could stay without getting shot, the girl held on to the pistol as if her life depended on it. Though she had a pretty clear idea that she might not make it out of the building alive. The thought brought a sour taste to her mouth, making M swallow hard as Hector stated his intentions. Closing her eyes, M took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.<br/><br/>"That's how they teach girls to obey", she stated, her voice trembling a little. "All of us", she completed, before taking a deep breath. "Let's do this."