[@Crossfire]

Grabbing the riffle Chase let out a grin. "Bit of an upgrade." He was already aiming, looking through teh scope and counting them off. "Looks to be five or six, right on the main street outskirts, big son bitch leading them through I think." A sigh escaping his lips he loaded the gun, a satisfying click entering his ears. "Well than try not to die."

Aurora was inside, eyes closed and listening to the fire outside. "One, five, ten" shot after shot went through the night. A curse escaping her as she kept low only to hear a different door creek open, it wasn't the front, the back, a celler? was there a window here? Licking her chapped lips she took in a breath, her hands carefully grasping the pistol as she waited, folding her torso to try and vanish in with the chaos of the work room.
A figure emerging she could smell the gun powder and alcohol, a twisted face he gave at the sight of weaponry she held her breath. There was no doubt about what he was, he was already making a grab for fuago, mentioning a boss.
[b]Bang, Bang![/b]

Her chair rolling across the floor and hitting the back from the force the red head found her air lost. "Oh shit..." Shes never killed a person, yet the body slumped to the floor like a rag dog, the same way she saw her sister deal with anyone who came near their settlement. "Fuck..."



The foot falls of a new marksmen ran across the road. Shes been tracking them for hours, the prints of Chase and his damn Brhaman leading Eden all the way to Devenport. "Oh no"
She could hear the fire, slinging her riffle she brought it to her golden gaze, breath at a stand still as she waited to see who was friend and who was foe. "Where are you"
Her sister had to be in there. Somewere Aurora was in there and she was going to be getting her back.