Jackie turned a street corner. It was late at night, and she was following her newest prey. As leader of the Los Angeles Street Cats, a girl-only gang that owned the back alleys, she had spotted an easy target, a guy that was obviously lost, and which she would be glad to remove a good amount of cash from. Jackie was dressed in her usual outfit, with her long leather boots, skirt and exotic top. She was holding her uzi in one hand, behind her back, and had her hunting knife hidden in her boot, but she knew she wouldn't need either.<br/><br/>She quietly approached her target, and as soon as she was in range, she punched him in the back. The man screamed and turned around. Instinctively however, he pulled his fist up and brought it down on her. This only made Jackie smile. She liked resistant preys. As the fist connected however, everything went white, and she felt dizzy. At first she thought the man had landed a much stronger blow than she had expected, but as her vision and senses returned, she realized she had passed out, and woken up at a completely different location.<br/><br/>Jackie quickly jumped to her feet, looking around suspiciously. There was no sign of the man, in fact her whole surrounding was different. The streets of LA had been replaced with bushes and trees. She was apparently in the middle of a jungle. She looked down and saw that she still had her outfit on, and soon spotted her uzi on the ground, which she picked up. Was this a dream? It felt real enough. This incomprehensible situation was starting to piss her off. Not knowing what to do, she simply yelled as loudly as she could. "Where the fuck am I?!"<br/>