After observing her savior for a minute or two the girl stood with her hands on her hips scanning the beach as he did. She wasn't actually looking for anything though. To the contrary she was simply thinking and still trying to come to terms with the events of the past couple days. At least Sebastian had been blessed with real clothes, although if those were clothes he normally wore it definitely raised questions about his sense of fashion. He even had a damn up-link to the digi-net! Not that it was functional at the moment. And here she stood feeling vastly unprepared with frizzy hair, smeared eyeliner, navy running shorts and a black long-sleeved t-shirt that was certainly too big for her. No bra, no shoes, no nothing. They had ripped her out of bed at the most ghastly hour of the morning on a Saturday. She hadn't even missed work. Despite herself, her lower lip jutted in a pout.

She didn't like his tone. Never-the-less she half listened as the man prattled on about camps and prisoners and some scout or whomever. She glared at how delicately he addressed her assault. What a gentleman. She had half a mind to just leave him here to his own devices and start working out how she was going to survive and get home. It would be easy with her smarts. Even though she had never built a fire, or been on an island or cooked anything from scratch that didn't turn out repulsive. Even though she had no idea where she was. Even though the ocean stretched on for an indeterminable number of miles that way. And that way. And also that way. Then Sebastian started off down the beach. Leaving her alone. 

Fine. Let him go. This is what she wanted. The girl wrung her hands nervously and watched the ground. She bit her lip. She had no idea where to even begin. Maybe if she had some of her tools. The tools that wouldn't even work here in the dead-zone. Those tools. She jumped when Sebastian yelled at her and clenched her fists in rage when he brought up the thought of rape again. How dare he? But, there was no denying it. She needed his help. With a deep breath she stood up straight and proud and marched forward, albeit with an utter lack of grace thanks to the sand under her feet, until she caught up with him.

[b]"I'm not stupid,"[/b] she informed him, [b]"Just because we've found ourselves in a bad situation doesn't give you the right to be rude."[/b]

He didn't respond. She fumed.

It took her completely by surprise when Sebastian suddenly bolted for the treeline not long after. She followed of course but it took her a moment to see what was going on. A camp! By some miracle the camp he was going on about earlier actually existed. They probably had food and equipment. Maybe they could get them out of here. Then she saw the men with guns, and the cages, and the people inside those cages, and the women... Maybe they should just stay as far away from this camp as possible.

[b]"We should go,"[/b] she whispered and stood up to leave but Sebastian yanked her back down.
It felt like an eternity of waiting. She grew more nervous as they watched the camp. She hated seeing those people like that. Every time she saw one of those disgusting men touch one of the women they had taken captive, every time she heard begging or screaming or laughing, she cringed. She kept a close watch on Sebastian. That look in his eye, the way he was surveying what lay before them and the way he followed the guards was familiar to her. All at once she knew exactly what he planned on doing. No. He turned to her. No, no, no. As much as she wanted to survive this island this was not okay. There had to be other options. This was simply out of her league.

[b]"Okay, but-- Alright that's-- I don't,"[/b] was all she seemed to be able to get in as he explained the plan to her, [b]"Yeah I'm a good shot, but--"[/b]

Because he wanted her to do the woman killing.

She was rendered speechless.

She was glad that he was glad that she was going along with this because she had no fucking idea she was going along with this.

May die. She gritted her teeth and looked up at him wide-eyed at the prospect of her death.

Then he was gone again. She was shaking. Either with rage or fear she couldn't be sure. Again she realized she didn't have to follow him. She could just leave him. Although with no back up going into that camp was just a fancy way of committing suicide. The girl frowned. Then followed him and stayed close. Idiot. As they neared she could feel her senses sharpening and her adrenaline pumping. Her measly eight weeks of mandatory combat training were coming back to her, however, and she was able to stay low and out of sight without much direction from Sebastian. She was doing well. Until he snapped a guard's neck and dropped the body in front of her. And then he took it a step further and killed his friend. Now she just felt sick. Sick, scared, barefoot, unprepared and armed: this was starting to sound like a recipe for disaster.

Fear gripped her and it must have been obvious because the normally rude man was trying to comfort her for a change. Trying at least. Then she realized. She'd never introduced herself. But he was gone. Damn it! How the shit could she have forgotten to tell him her name? Why the hell did he keep running off like that? What the fuck was wrong with her? What the fuck kind of gun was this? Damn everything. Why, this particular model of hand gun had been widely used by the military! About fifty fucking years ago and they stopped using the pieces of shit because they jammed if you even looked at them wrong. This sorry hunk of steel had probably been in water, it had probably been in sand, in had probably been shoved up some hussie-- No. Not going there. She stopped her mental fit of rage, sighed a long frustrated sigh and chambered a round. At least it was steel and not the stupid neo-magical-sooper-dooper-plastic-alloy garbage her colleagues kept pushing into development. Ballistics, energy, laser or plasma it didn't matter. Guns should be steel.

[b]"Don't play any games with me you lousy piece of crap,"[/b] she whispered to the gun. This would be just like target practice she told herself. Just like target practice.

Except it wasn't. She mostly stayed out of sight and let Sebastian have all the fun. Upon aiming the gun at one of the men she found herself unable to pull the trigger. Unreal amounts of pressure built upon her to do something. Action was needed here and now, but she just couldn't do it. She'd never killed anybody. During the commotion she mustered up the courage to fire a few shots off when she felt Sebastian really needed the cover. Not a single one of them hit. A good shot she had called herself.

Then shit really hit the fan. Sebastian was pinned. Two women on either side a brute on top of him. This is why she had come along she remembered. Thus far she had been useless. For fucks sake she still had sixteen rounds left. Sure this wasn't her stupid, reckless, idiotic, bull-headed... this wasn't her plan, but she still should have been more help. The girl's brow furrowed and her lips turned in a determined frown. Without him she wouldn't make it out of here alive. Without him she would be one of those prisoners. She had to survive. She had to fight to survive.

With all the chaos erupting around her she rose from her cover calmly and deliberately. Slowly she inhaled, looked down the barrel and began a long controlled exhale. Just like target practice. She relaxed and let her finger squeeze, not jerk, the trigger. One of the women was in her sights. She focused on her. It was her job to take out any enemy women after all. She aimed for her. And shot the man holding Sebastian down with his foot square in the forehead.

[i]Fuck.[/i] [b]"Uuhhhgg!!"[/b] she growled, rolled her eyes and glared at the gun.

Yet another man came up beside her. Fury turned his face red and left his eyes vacant and crazed as he charged her. She jumped. A scream stuck in her throat and never made it out. She turned to run but wasn't fast enough. He was already on her. She wheeled to face him. He tackled her to the ground. She couldn't breathe. He pinned her bent right arm under his chest. They were face to face. For a moment she panicked and struggled. He started to lift off of her and then she realized that the barrel of her gun had been aimed at his chin the whole time. No thought was involved. As he lifted off her arm she shoved the barrel further into the hollow under his chin. She looked him in the eye and pulled the trigger. 

Before she could even think about the fact that she had just killed for the first time she was already adding a second to the count.