Leave the bitch!

Calvo new his time was short...the Blonde guardswoman, Eighteen, could not be far behind. Taking the rations, the stungun, and the painstick, Calvo left the naked Twelve to the mercy of the freezing winds, knowing he must either put some distance between himself and the Prison, or try to take out the blonde too.

In the event, the choice was taken out of his hands. Calvo caught sight of a glimpse of blonde, just in time to conceal himself in broken, rock strewn jumble of the scree slope before Eighteen appeared.....