What could Caits say? She hadn't expected her disguise to last this long, and was surprised it had, but it seemed to have come apart at last as she heard the captain say he had never seen her before. She didn't wait for the shooting to start, instead she turned back, gun already in hand. 

[centre]She didn't hesitate.

She didn't think. 

It was her or them. 

And she couldn't do anything dead

She just pulled the trigger.[/centre]

The splay of its fire was all she could hear, as she chose her targets carefully, not seeking to kill but rather injure so they couldn't do anything, and give her some time to get away. 

'I'm sorry. Please forgive me' 

When it was done, she would gather the weapons, and wouldn't look back. She RA across the grounds, unaware that tears trailed down her cheeks, leaving a clean trail through the dirt on her face. 

The light grenade was in her hand, and she threw it, hoping to give herself more time to escape, and blind the cameras for a moment. She found her tunnel once more, and knowing it was compromised she wouldn't linger long. 

She rubbed at her eyes furiously as her vision blurred with tears, wiping as much dirt as she could off her face, she knew she would have to be even more careful now. Checking what weapons she had, she took three guns, slinging one over each shoulder, and holding the third, she shoved the little light grenades in her pockets, the knife, took a precious moment to let out a few slow breaths, before climbing out. She would need to find a hiding place, but where? 

She didn't know.