Ducking into the right shed is easy enough; the way-point is still reading strong, and the shed itself would have to struggle<em>not</em>to give in to Tzahala's strength. And the runner's got enough distance between herself and the returning Jacks to make sure that she's not spotted ducking in.<br/><br/>But as she pulls the scrap-metal door closed behind her, Tzahala finds herself facing the real challenge of her mission. The man lying trussed up in rusted bike-chains before her might be a high ranking Fist, but he's so badly wounded that he'll be less use than a marshmallow gun in a real fire-fight. For one, the runner can practically smell infection in his wounds, and his legs look like they were run through the business end of a jet engine before he got dropped into the shed.<br/><br/>Suffice it to say, the Jacks aren't exactly used to the whole "hostage" thing.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>And to make matters even better, the Jacks outside of the shed seem to have figured out that something is amiss; namely, in the fact that their leader and all his goons are out, and there are corpses lined up between the sheds. Vaguely, Tzhala can hear someone barking to check for snipers... but she can also hear several sets of feet pounding against the concrete drainage ditch and closing in on her position. She's going to need to move, and fast...