Flee!

Tusha was quick on the draw and was on the goon in a split second.

She gripped his gun pulling him into the room then swung his arm around tossing him on his back.

A second thug was already training his gun on Tusha ready to fire, causing Max to act on instinct. She moved for him and grabbed his gun swinging up so that the handle hit him in the jaw, Max spun the gun around and in a few short nozzle flashes two of the guys were shredded with bullets, blood spraying as they fell down dead.

Meanwhile Tusha had slipped the army knife out of the goons boot she was busy with, she quickly used it to slit his throat, then with fluid precision, threw it into the other thugs neck, he choked then gurgled as he died.

Max again swung the gun around so that she was holding the front end and then hit the last thug across the face knocking him out.

"You have form" Tusha said, battling to express herself in English. "Yeah whatever" Max shot back.

Tusha ignored the remark, "We must move quickly."

"Excuse you?" Max asked, "I told you, I'm a survivor, I don't need to take on an entire dock full of trained pricks."

With that Max shot out of the window. She wasted no time in sprinting full out to the fence athletically clearing it with little effort. Halfway down the street Max stopped dead in her tracks, "fuck" she berated herself. "What the hell is wrong with you Max?"

She looked back at the shipyard, then down the dark street she was running. She had been down that road many times before, she was working on instinct, on the first thought that came into her mind, survive, escape, run.

Now standing here she was consumed by guilt. She had taken an oath, made to herself to help her transgenic brothers and sisters, and while Tusha wasn't from Manticore she was still like Max, brainwashed by her leaders, but still like Max.

Added to this was Logen's set of morals that had rubbed off on Max. This was wrong, she couldn't just leave Tusha behind. Max had turned away once before and as a result Logan had ended up in a wheelchair...

..."Fuck" Max muttered again.

She turned around and made her way back...