<br/><div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br/>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)<br/>On Dom's bus<br/></strong><br/><hr/></div><br/>Were it not for gravity and some generous g-force, Sara would have been sporting a fresh black eye with matching split lip. The pending violence in the map-thieving raider's harsh stare wasn't lost on her before he was toppled into a human ashtray. The lingering gaze from Dom was just as unsettling in its illegibility. Recoiling into her seat, she kept quiet as the raiders were swept out on a tide of testosterone fueled bravado.<br/><br/>Gunfire popped in the background and she shot a glance around the relatively empty bus. This was her cue. Whether or not her fellow slaves had any intent of following her, she was going to make a run for it. With purposeful silence Sara was on her feet, rummaging for supplies that would increase her dismal odds of survival in the dessert. Her heart pumped blood and adrenaline faster through her limbs then she could possibly make use of it, sending a frustrating tremble through her digits. She froze mid pace, transfixed at the sight of a small tool box buried under a leather jacket.<br/><br/>Swallowing a formidable know in her throat, she claimed the kit and made her way to the front of the parked vehicle.<br/><br/>"Hey what's going on down there!? Where the fuck is Sara?" Came a more panicked then authoritative squeak from above. Twitch could not see where Sara went from his angle peering down from the opened sunroof, only that she was not where she was meant to be. He fixed his gaze instead on the slaves that<em>could</em>be seen.<br/><br/><br/>