Spaced out.

[Ramke]

Mayer walked away. DeGrange was close with her guard let down and thinking she's almighty and victorious. Panic was still pumping in Lachance's mind, slowly winding down - it was still fight or flight for her. The noisy beeping of the apparatus paced to match, her heart pumping much faster than normal. Without much thought, she decided that now was the time to seize the opportunity and get back at Elizabeth for the treatment she gave, and to try to get away from this mess.

Ambre quickly angled herself to get ready to strike. She used all of her anger to shove the bed sheet she was under on Elizabeth with a kick, effectively throwing it on her and making the chair tumble backwards from the impact. The adrenaline rush helped - despite her muscles being sore, she could still use them to give a decent kick. God, that felt satisfying - her arrogant expression probably turned into shock.

While Mayer was busy trying to realise what's happening with a bed sheet flying in the room, Ambre quickly pulled out the cord that was monitoring her vitals, causing the room to be enveloped by high pitched tone from the apparatus. She lunged for the gun that was near her on the nearby shelf, rolling out of bed onto her feet and quickly nabbing it. Strange, it was really light - much more than she would have expected - maybe the Libertonians make light weapons. All the while, the weight just made it much easier to quickly take aim with the pistol towards Elizabeth, who had just recovered from the kick.

I'll make this easier for you, you stuck-up mongrel! You'll get to rejoin your family and maybe I'll be nice enough to leave the other one to just questioning if he begs hard enough." she spoke as she tried to set any safeties off in case it had any. The battered woman gave a couple of seconds before pulling the trigger.

*click*