Help her. Grudgingly.

The woman lets out a long pained groan and lets out a string of ... Chinese you think? You can't understand her but she's obviously begging. You clamp down on the persistent sociopathic voice in your mind, whom you probably should have ignored to begin with, and haul the woman up. She can barely stand even when braced against your shoulder so you lift her into a fire-mans carry. Now that you had disregarded the new voice in your head you were starting to worry about how absolutely excellent you felt. You were no weightlifter, you could barely lift all the schoolbooks you needed for this quarter. Yet the woman's weight barely registered, despite her being just an inch or two shorter than yourself.

Whatever, it was probably the adrenaline. Or maybe that syringe had super-solder serum in it. "Ha! A girl can dream." Retrieving your bags of loot and hefting the mumbling would-be assassin higher on your shoulders, you make your way confidently down the road-

BOOOM!!

You are thrown forwards as the warehouse is engulfed in flames, the shockwave momentarily deafening you. Either the woman or whoever she was working with must have rigged a bomb. Indignantly getting to your feet you resist the urge to pummel your captive. Had you been just a little slower ... Little asian bitch tried to kill you again! End h- You push the voice away and resignedly gather your belongings, including the now-**** woman. You really should have been screaming your head off right about now but instead you just felt drained. Maybe you were in shock. You sure as hell weren't taking her to a hospital now, she was going to answer for all this mayhem, one way or the other.

Jesus, what a night.