"I'm fine, thank you," Seth replied, taking a quick look around. He noticed that Devon had taken one of the men hostage and was staring down his partner, just as Charlotte subdued another. He spotted 3 others just as they turned and started shooting in his and Jon's direction, grazing Jon's arm and hitting Seth in the shoulder. The hit made him stumble backward and tumble gracelessly over the table Jon used for cover, landing hard on his upper back. "FUCK!" he yelled in pain as he dropped the .380 and clutched his shoulder, hissing in pain.

Another shot hit the floor inches from his head, making him jolt upward and position himself with his back against the table. "God, we're right in the thick of it, aren't we," he said, using his good arm to pull the CZ out of his belt and blindly return fire. After firing eight rounds, he pulled back. His hearing was somewhat dulled by the gunfire, but he heard someone screaming. "I think I got one," he said. The adrenaline rush helped to ease the pain in his shoulder, but it still hurt pretty badly. He was even unfortunate enough for it to be his dominant arm, forcing him to use his off hand. He grabbed the .380 and pushed it towards Jon while he tried to diagnose his injury. He pulled the shirt down, revealing the wound. He felt around it, trying to ignore the resulting pain. All he was able to tell was that the bullet had gone all the way through, exiting about a half inch above his shoulder blade. He was lucky enough no bones got hit, but it would still be a handicap for the duration of the shootout.