<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/>The shrill mournful wail of the siren sent Sara's heart plumetting to the pits of her knotted stomach. The warning signal was a mere prelude to the sadistic symphony of bloody screams and utter fucking chaos that would follow. She had been here before - more times then she cared to remember. Only this time her place wasn't riding alongside her brother, but crammed in with the slaves occupying the communal area of Dom's bus. The petite khaki clad woman sat hunched, every muscle taut, as if able to think herself out of the attack. Her furrowed brow fell into her tightly cupped hand as the engines of the raider vehicle jolted forward.<br/><br/>The potent cocktail of cigarette smoke, booze and vinegary filth reached her nostrils long before she looked up to see a pissed off Coyote throwing a tattooed arm over her shoulder to reach into her jostled pile of notebooks and tightly rolled maps to lay claim to her latest work. She watched in curiosity and rising fury as the raider unceremoniously unfurled the delicate hand drawn map of the territories covered by the Coyotes over the past six months with his calloused sausage fingers. A breath shot into the back of her lungs as the map-thief hunched low and began shoveling smeared ash from the ground onto her work.<br/><br/>"<strong>No!</strong>" She blurted reflexively, half standing up to bash her head on the bus bunk and topple back on her ass.