Myra glanced over at her bodyguard expressing confusion. "Mines? What are you on about?" The girl pondered what exactly lead this guy here and deduced that this wasn't the only bandit assault in this man's memory. Her expression changed from confusion to a more solemn one. "Your town sank, didn't it?"

Myra straightened herself out as she looked over at her bodyguard. "Let's get our job done her and let's bolt, Dumb. If these are the same ruffians that sank this guy's place, I want to be far away from here when that happens." She whispered as she dragged her bodyguard to the front door. "Good luck tin man!" She hollered as she pushed Dumb out the door. The streets were just as she left them. Bloody and in chaos, but frankly she didn't care. She waited the stashed loot next door in a place called Taffy's. However, Myra's plan of using the chaos of the bandit attack was oh so rudely interrupted by a change of course.

As Myra and Dumb crept to the side of the Pumphouse, they peaked around the corner to see if the coast was clear. Unfortunately it wasn't as a trio was positioned in the tight quarters of the alleyway. "Shit ... We'll try the front door." She whispered hysterically at her companion. In the midst of passing by the alley, someone must have come out from Taffy's and the two parties engaged each other. "Hurry! If we are lucky this will draw everyone outside!"

Myra and Dumb pressed on past Taffy's door and reached the opposite side of the building and away from the firefight. Myra and Dumb took their positions close to the front and eyeballed the front door. For a few seconds nothing moved until a shadowy figure burst through the door. It was tough to see but he lugged a sack full of clanging objects and he had his gun drawn. The figure crept along the front of the store and took his position on the corner overlooking the trio. He was in a perfect position to flank...

"Ah shit. .." Myra said to herself as took but a brief moment to take in everything. Chances were those people in the alleyway were innocent and the man that was flanking was a looter of some kind, judging from the bag. She couldn't let those three get flanked like this. So reluctantly, Myra turned the corner, took aim, and fired three shots from her sidearm. At least one of them hit because the man fell forward and prostrated himself on the ground, bleeding out most likely.