At last, the foundations of the Pathfinder had been destroyed. With the gang crippled and in a state of near-death, there was only one thing left for her to do now - kill Fleurie. The boss had nowhere else to hide now - her elites were defeated, her supplies have been wiped out, and it did not look like there were people willing to keep her safe at this point. Things could not have been any better for the vigilante now. Despite fortune smiling down on her, did this feel like a victory that should be celebrated? There was nothing but silence in the air, save for the crackling of the fires in the parking lot. Max and Jaguar had passed out a long time ago, but from Blake's perspective, they were the least of her concerns. While she stood there, machine pistol in hand, the sound of thunder co

