The sun is rising when Mimi shakes you awake. You hear bikes coming closer, several of them. You're still sitting in the bus seat, she never woke you up for your turn watching.
"Gigg," she says, kicking the base of the seat to jostle you. "Wake the hell up. Amazons coming. Probably Last, but might be Saint Anger and his crew." She has Tusk's automatic rifle in her hand, the strap around her good shoulder, her pistol still in its holster.
What do you do?