An uneasy alliance.

Tusha's brow was creased with anger, her finger tensing over the trigger. Max looked at her dead in the eye unblinking. "10 seconds" Max reminded her. Both women could hear the men coming toward the small out house of an office, their footsteps drumming in the girls ears like a Calvary march.

Tusha lowered her gun, "Fine, I will have to deal with you later, for now we have to deal with the in coming comrades we must get ready"...

...Max got an acute warning in her gut that made her interrupt before Tusha finished, "We can make our way out the window"...

... "Why" We are two! Two transgenics, created to kill"...

..."You may walk with all that indoctrinated bullshit sister, but I just wanna survive. You wanna use lethal ****, you're on your own" Max retorted.

Max's valour was in vein though, as a second later the door opened and five Russian mob thugs stood in the room heavily armed. They were shocked to see Eli dead on the floor, one of their number quickly aiming his gun at the girls.

"Put hands in sky now!"