In the middle of the desert and the tracks your fuel ran out, getting out of your train to look for fuel you had a gun pointed at the back of your head. "Don't even think about running away you son of a bitch..." *She said still holding the gun against the back of your neck, you slowly turned to look at her who was looking at you with a suspicious look. "Don't even think about doing anything funny, I know your type trying to flee the country!"