<b><span style="color: indigo">"Fuck!" </span></b>The brunette screeched when she heard the shot and the megaphone basically exploded in her hand. Immediately she felt her heart beating wildly. What higher power had she pissed off the deserve the rain of shit that was descending on her today.<span style="color: indigo"> "I don't think he likes the megaphone." </span>She said to no one in particular. The color had drained from her face and she just stared at the remains if the device still tightly clutched in her hands. She was now even happier that she had made sure to properly sight in the gun.<br/><br/>She was sure that he had not intended to harm her. He was too good a shot for that to be in question. She took a deep breath and turned to D.<span style="color: indigo"> "Got any radaway soldier boy, I've been out here too long and I'm not feeling so good." </span>She had a few more in her bag but did not see the sense in wasting her supplies if she didn't have to.<span style="color: indigo"> "I think he would like a private conversation. I would suggest it might be best to hang tight. If you come after me I have a feeling you might end up like your megaphone. Now about that radaway?"</span>She said, managing a weak smile and holding out her hand.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>