<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)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Holding a gun. Shit!<br/>Fuck! Gah!<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Noah, Twith, Mika<br/><hr/></div><br/>The Damned magazine was jammed, sticking a few crooked inches out of the frame. Sara pounded against it with her palm to no avail, groaning her frustration through tightly gritted teeth. The sharp sound of her name pulled her from her futile task, and without a further moment's delay she followed through on her comrade's orders. Twitch had rolled atop Noah once more, and was fighting to bring his small blade to the ginger's throat.<br/><br/>Flipping the gun, Sara's white knocked grasp locked around the barrel around brought the butt down with a sickening thud against the back of the tweaker's skull. In doing so the magazine finally clicked in to place. There was an awful yelp, followed by Twitch's dead weight flopping on the floor along side Noah.<br/><br/>Sara trained the pistol on Twitch, holding it once again as Devon had show her - albeit a little more shaky this time 'round. The raider stared back with his wild, bloodthirsty sight, but remained still.<br/><br/>"<strong>You should go.</strong>" Sara said lowly, with quiet certainty. Though she never took her eyes from Twitch, it was clear enough her words were meant for Noah. "<strong>The fallout for this... you know it's going to be... well, you know.</strong>" She scoffed, a sad smile tugging at the edge of her lips. "<strong>I have to stay, in case Devon comes back. No sense the both of us have to pay for this. Run. You'll never get a better chance. Take my maps. Take whatever else you need. Don't tell me where you're going.</strong>" Her words carried the tone of a resolute order.