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Chapter 4

"David told me where the armory is. Have you located the infirmary already?" I asked over the ear piece. "We just found it" John, or Smitty said. "Alright, smitty send everyone a link to Tyler's location. Marcel you and Scotty help smitty with the infirmary. Brian you head to Tyler where both of us will work to gather any useful weapons." Evan gave out orders.

"Daddy gets a new gun!" Brian cheered and I huffed out a laugh. "Brock is there anything specific you need?" "Some rubbing alcohol would be useful along with bandages and pain killers. Also some-" "Fuck Brock! He passed out I need yer help! He was shot in the arm!" A thick Irish voice interrupted. "Wh- holy crap Nogla!" Brock shouted. Then there was lots of banging and shouting.

It dawned on me that they where most likely talking about that kid. Evan is not going to be happy. "What's going on?" Came Marcel's voice, clearly worried. "Fuck me." I muttered. "Tyler?" Evan's voice left no room for argument. "I'll explain after, let's just finish this. We can talk in the van." "I swear to god Tyler if you got one of my men hurt I w-" "I'll explain in the van alright! I apparently made a wrong call!" I shouted into the ear piece.

Everyone went silent except for the sounds of nogla and Brock tending to the kid. "Brock, get whoever it is stable and then bring the van around to the back. I'll drop off my hostage and then we'll start loading things into the back. Make sure you keep the hurt person out of the way." Evan ordered. The silence continued as everyone jumped into action, nobody daring to speak after I yelled at the big boss.