<br/>I stand, trembling. This can't be happening - captured by two MAIDS?! I lick my lips, trying to work out a scenario that would work for me - throw my bag, trip the wires? Just go out shooting? Run? Nothing seems to be able to get over the basic fact of the shotgun and revolver pointed at me... the thought of swinging off my bag, throwing it from me, all without getting blown away - it doesn't work. Outshoot them? Maybe one of them.<br/><br/>I slide my gun into my pants, turning slightly towards them - hopefully they won't notice. I raise up my arms, picking my way through the wires on my way to them, reluctantly. The closer I get, the more frightened I feel - real fear, I haven't felt it in years. I run my free hand over my eyes, making sure I'm not tearing up. I can feel my hands shaking as I approach, keeping an eye on them to slip up - lower a gun, glance away. There's less hope with every step, and I just don't know what to do.<br/><br/>