Greet the girl

Megan wasn't the diplomatic kind, but Cross had always been about giving people a fair shake. The woman seemed decent enough, dressed in a skirt, combat boots and a low cut t shirt.

“Hey their stranger, my ride got shot down...” Megan ducked behind a piece of sheet metal propped against a barricade, when the girl pulled her pistol and opened fire on the busty Latin woman.

“What the fuck.” She muttered. 'He gets killed, now his thinking, is going to get me killed?' Quickly assessing the situation, she realized she had two options, she could charge the girl, and hope she was a bad shot, or flank her, going around the outhouse, and come at her from her blind side.