The Bride lay there, keeping as still and quiet as she could so that they would think she was dead.  She had been hit by the latest volley of bullets, but thankfully the bench had deflected the rounds from hitting her anywhere vital.  Her left calf and right forearm had been hit, but she could handle it.  After all, her Revenge had hurt her more than this.  Until one of the others was dead, though, she would have to bide her time and hope that they would kill each other, or that one of them one hurt the other seriously enough to give her a chance.  She could only wish some of their amazing technology could be used to patch her up if she got out of this.  Or rather, she told herself, [i]when[/i] she got out of this.