Second time. here she was again - of course, they'd seen fit to shove her into a completely ridiculous outfit. They'd squeezed her into a nurse's uniform of some sort, complete with stockings, heels and a little cap. But it was already worn-out, spattered with... something or other. So in a way it matched her, even if she hated the skirt. She took a breath as she waited for the count-down to end, fists clenching and unclenching as she tried to decide who she was going to take out first, where she was going to go - decisions, decisions.

Then they said "go" and she was off like a shot, heading straight into the swirling melee. She wanted a weapon. Badly.