<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Black<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Burning down an art gallery<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Deli, upstairs<br/><strong>Tagging:  Drake, rest of group 2</strong>-<br/><hr/><br/>It all happened so fast. Sarah was pretty sure that the man was going to try to blackmail her into sex. She didn't want to do it but the alternatives were a lot worse. Oddly, her biggest worry was what the others would think of her. Then Brazil was there. At first Sarah was glad. Brazil wasn't so bad after all. She was going to tell the man to leave her alone! But...then blood, screams of pain and Brazil ran past. Sarah looked down at her wrist in a daze, she could still feel the man's grip there. She blinked as Drake walked up and grabbed the man. She heard his orders to someone else but she stared at the man in shock. She shook her head, snapping out of her daze and made a decision. She moved quickly to the man and ripped one of his sleeves off. She glared at Drake then reached down and pulled the sliver of glass out of the man's eye socket. He was bleeding a lot but maybe...<br/><br/>She wrapped the torn piece of the man's own sleeve around his head, then took his hand and put it over the ruined eye. "Hold it on. Try to slow the bleeding. I'm sorry....I never wanted this..." She turned then and walked to the kitchen. She grabbed a small knife, wrapped a rag around the blade,  and slid it into one of her boots then looked back over her shoulder. "Come on, we can't let her get away, she has the information and doesn't give a shit about us or anyone else. She'll leave us..." She turned then and followed Brazil out of the door.<br/>