She raised her hands in defeat, there were too many variables to risk.
One of the men with the men with the packs encircled Jane, ogling and observing her amazing body, he spotted the revolver wedged between her cracks and pulled it out, the jolt caused Jane to sigh in pleasure quietly as her eyes closed. Jane could hear the man chuckle a bit from her reaction, he carried the revolver admiring its smoothness, sliding the barrel across Jane's clothing. "You'll do fine young lady!" He laughed gesturing commands to the rest of the group that it was safe.
They prod jane with their batons and guns to move as one of them cuffs her behind her back. Tactically yet casually they escort her back to their large white van.
She could see some of them treating the guy she shot, and got a look of the insignia painted onto the van. There it showed 2 hands wrapped in handcuffs, the letters being "ISTA", Jane was then loaded into the van a mighty slap on her butt by the armed man as she stepped on causing her to let out a small yelp.
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