[b][i]The Unforgiven[/i][/b] Alright, here's the deal, sweetheart. There's an anklet on ya, you go outside of the inner walls of the Dojo, it'll hit you with a nice dosage of electricity. Tamper with it, same result. Got me? [i]Said Wilson, looking down to the woman before him, who nodded in response. She looked fairly rough for wear, bandages on her face, gauze wrappings on her hand and arm, and more on her legs, although they weren't visible beneath her combat pants. She held a leather coat over herself to keep the snow and cold off, but beneath it, all she wore was a tank top. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she seemed to be fairly afraid of the Courier. [/i] Don't cause any trouble. Don't let anyone know that you had any connection with that slaughter if you want to survive. [i]Wolfe said coldly.[/i] [i]The woman turned away from them, and walked unsteadily into the Dojo, gazing back at them uneasily every few seconds as if they were going to shoot her in the back. They did not. [/i] I'll keep watch on her. I don't think she'll be trying anything, you've practically shattered her. [i]Wolfe remarked, looking at Wilson.[/i] That was the goal, kid. [i]he shot back.[/i] [i]Wolfe disappeared, and Wilson turned, heading back off to his bunker to clean up and resupply himself. Meanwhile, the woman had made her way into the Dojo, and immediately she began to make her way towards a cafe. Her body ached, and she needed something warm to drink. She'd get clothes and more gear later. For now, she was just grateful to be alive.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]