Davis Street

[Flex]

A street in the Shanty.

[Flex]

Natasha had finally made her way out of the horrible pit, and her mood had soured with every step. Finally, stepping into Davis Street, she took a break, leaning against a building and catching her breath. The headache wasn't as bad anymore, or at least not at the moment.

[The Stranger]

When she entered the Shanty she saw a flight of pigeons released from above one of the abandoned apartment complexes. There were a large number of people on the streets, many of them watching her carefully. A good handful had pistols in their waistbands, or AKs in slings around their shoulders.

[Flex]

I don't have time for this, she thought to her herself, closing her eyes and taking a big breath. Finally she opened them and pushed away from the house. She lit a cigarette and took a long drag.

"So, who can tell me how to get to the port?!"

[The Stranger]

The faces continue to watch the white woman. Men, mostly those with weapons, start to approach, forming a circle around her, no one closer than perhaps ten meters. No one says anything.

[Flex]

"And what the hell is this supposed to be?" Natasha asked, closely watching the circle around here. "You never seen a woman before, huh?"

[The Stranger]

"Purse." Said one of the Somalis, gesturing with a 9mm pistol in his hand that looked like it had seen a few wars.

[Flex]

Natasha almost rolled her eyes; her luck just wasn't getting any better. "How about no?" She replied, staring the Somali right in the eyes. Her gun was all the way in her bag but she knew she would stand no chance against all of them.

[The Stranger]

"Purse." he said, again, gesturing with his pistol. The circle around Natasha grew smaller.

[Flex]

Natasha shook her head. "What I got in it ain't anything you want," She replied, scanning the group surrounding her again. Fucking cities...

[The Stranger]

Someone from behind her yelled something in Somali, and they all laughed.

[Flex]

"Go fuck yourself," She replied in Russian, casually dropping her bag.

You're an idiot, Natasha; a fucking idiot.

As the bag dropped she reached for her gun and pulled it out, firing a shot each at three armed men in front of her before jumping to the ground and rolling towards where they had stood, attempting to avoid gunfire. Or make herself look like a complete idiot.

[The Stranger]

Natasha drilled each man with two shots, and did a combat roll behind "Purse" and came up behind him, muzzled jammed into the side of his neck. There was much yelling and screaming, but shockingly, no shots. Apparently, against Natasha's expectation they did not want to hit their own guy.

[Flex]

"Guns away, boys!" Natasha said, the elation and adrenaline killing her headache for the moment. "Now, what else were you planning, huh? You like robbing young girls?"

[The Stranger]

The men, not surprisingly, do not drop their weapons, nor even lower them. But they don't shoot Natasha in the face either, so she counts that as a positive.

There is much yelling in Somali, but no one answers her question, rhetorical though it may have been.