Agent led the way, pistol in hand, as they navigated the complex towards where, hopefully, the AH Crew was. Past that, they were basically walking in blind.
The seven of them reached the door, Misaka making her way up to pick the lock, looking to Agent for the go ahead. He nodded and the group rushed into the room, weapons drawn.
Ryan stood in the middle of the living room, automatic rifle pointed at Ray. Michael and Geoff stood on either side of him, intimidating the rescue team, but also warily watching Ryan, weapons drawn but not aimed.
"I had a feeling someone would show up eventually," Ryan mused, smile never leaving his face. "I just never thought it would be a bunch of nerds, and not this fast!"
Ray shifted, eyeing Ryan, fear on his face as he watched the group struggle to find a retort.
They had planned for everything, except a hostage situation. Kmzoe felt stupid for not realizing the possible outcome. She mentally kicked herself for thinking the AH Crew, of all people, above taking someone hostage.
"So, now we have a little dilemma," Ryan continued. "There are, what, six or seven of you? I have about 20 rounds in this gun. That means I could shoot each of you twice and still have spares. What I'm going to do is, I get to shoot some of you, while the rest get whoever else you have and get the fuck outta Los Santos, got it?"
"Ryan, we can't just-"
"Shut it, Michael. They aren't leaving without a little reminder. I'll even let them pick who gets to live."
The rescue party was still frozen in place, all processing what Ray's captors were saying.
Ryan grew impatient and pointed his rifle at them.
"No!" Ray cried, wrenching away. He stood between Ryan and the group, slowly backing away.
"Ray! Get back here! Ryan will shoot you!" Geoff cried.
"I'm not going to let you kill my followers!" Ray defended.
"Please, Ray," Michael pleaded. "We can't lose you again! All our heists have gone bad. We can't do it without you!"
Ray stood firm between Ryan and the Rayders, who were trying to figure out what to do without setting off Ryan.
Ryan's eyes widened, anger pouring from him.
"Ray. Move. Or I will kill you."
Ray just shook his head. Everyone was too focused on the scene in front of them to notice the person slowly moving forward.
"Ray! Stop being stupid!"
"Goddamnit, Michael! I'm not letting you kill them! They just wanted to help me, even when you assholes are pointing guns at them!" Ray countered.
"Everyone calm down," Tardis tried, finding her voice.
"Shut up! He's about to shoot someone! Who are you guys, anyway?" Geoff ranted.
Voices raised as people began to argue, tempers flaring at the tense situation. Everyone waved their weapons around, attracting attention to their particular argument.
"Alright, fuck it!" Ryan shouted and pulled the trigger.
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Downtown Browntown
RandomBrowntown: a place for misfits, freaks, geeks, nerds, and the like. Everyone knew each other by their screen names and no one gave a fuck about what you looked like. The only thing that mattered was being devout to the All Mighty Lord Ray. But what...
