M felt some small amount of relieve as three of the men went down. She knew luck had helped her more than anything could. She wondered where the Sentinel was, and how he was doing out there. Of course, she had no time to think much about it. Not even time to look out the window. Not that it would have been of much help, with her eyes the way they felt.<br/><br/>Shifting the focus to the present moment and place, M kept gripping her pistol hard. Her hand trembled just a little at the threat, but she tried to steady herself. She knew she had to keep her cool and at least appear brave. If she showed either weakness or fear, she would be doomed. Those men were like wild dogs. They could smell fear.<br/><br/>"Come on, then, fuckers!", she shouted. "I need you closer so I can blast your heads!"