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This wasn't good.
It was the dead of night in the Wastes. Miki was riding her chariot full throttle, a huge billow of dust coming from her back tire as she peeled towards the side of a ravine. Behind her were three women from Iron Moon riding four wheeled chariots with the occasional gunshot coming from their pursuit. So far she had gotten from them unscathed and had an edge on the lead. Some said there was a brothel hidden in a cave near this same ravine, seeings how Miki was too far from Traphole it would be worth while try to escape there. Another bullet whizzed by her head, too close, and Miki spun out.
She and the bike both skid across the packed, dusty earth... as did her payload. The sack she had stolen from the Iron Moon women just hours before wriggled and cried as Miki limped to her feet. Her face had a huge bloody skid mark on the side and her left arm was popped out of its joint, unusable. Gathering the sack she slung it across her back and made way her way to look for the cave. If she was in luck she was hopefully on the right side of the ravine in order to find it. It was impossible to get a shot at the women coming straight for her without the use of her other arm, she would just have to make a break for it and hope the entrance wasn't far.
The ravine in question wasn't too deep or dangerous as she made full effort to crawl down inside of it. There wasn't a lot of certainty on her part if this would help finding the entrance but started off to the right, it at least put more distance between herself and her pursuant. Her arm was killing her as the short, red woman threw down the sack and tried popping her arm back into place. The pain was hotter than fire as she screamed against the pressure put on the wound until she heard a "snap" and the arm was sore, but functional again. Gathering her gun and the payload yet again a gunshot pierced through her left shoulder, causing her to fall flat on the ground. A war cry could be heard and the sound of boots on gravel came as Miki pulled herself back up, oriented the barrel of her gun, and blindly fired at the women. It would seem the shot hit its mark as she saw out of the corner of her eye the body of someone falling into the ravine. Stumbling forward, she braced herself against the pain and trudged through the large boulders lining the ravine's pit.
A short fire fight ensued as Miki fled her assailants. None of the bullets hit, but they weren't far behind. That was when she saw a set of stairs leading deep into the ground. Unfortunately for her at this moment the stairs started at the top of the ravine leading down halfway making the entrance high above her. A bullet ricocheted off the stone and struck in front of her feet, holding both her weapon and her payload she made a break for the cliff wall. Not the fastest sprinter another bullet landed in her left arm, causing her to drop the sack as she yelled in pain, clutching the wound. Grabbing it in her good arm and shouldering the rifle around her left side she desperately looked for a way out. That was when she spied a pile of rubble and climbed to the top of it, it wasn't high enough to reach the entrance, yet. Leaping from the precipice she called upon her adrenaline to guide her as she grabbed the ledge, crying out in pain and grimacing while she hoisted herself up. Covered in blood, she made her way down into the cave.
It smelled disgusting in the brothel proper. Sex, vomit, tobacco, few payed the blood soaked newcomer mind. Terrified and still running on pure adrenaline she looked left and right for a place to hide, anything, a barrel, a dressing room, hell even a hole in the ground at this point. She didn't hear her assailants yet coming down the stairs to the brothel, and took the chance to peek into the sack. Everything was fine, it was still alive.
