[b]Aleck ~ At the Train Tracks[/b]

Shots rang and the guy on the bike left with the preggo chick. 

What an absolute deuche, Aleck thought as he saw that he had left others behind when he raced away with the preggo girl. The thought had been a simple afterthought but it would remain as his impression of the man on the bike. For the moment he was more preoccupied with the safety of the young girl he had bandaged just moments ago. 

"Get to some cover!" He yelled at the young girl before racing towards the houses, since he was out of sight of the attacker he was able to run without ducking, Aleck dropped his pack after roughly retrieved the rifle pieces and loaded the gun taking an extra clip, the stock was an easy clip on type and he had practice with reloading guns so with swift motions of his hands he had the rifle battle worthy in mere seconds.

He thought about using his body and jacket to protect the girl but he valued his safety above hers and the firing had been short so there seemed to be a momentary ceasefire either from a pause to evaluate the situation or the reloading of guns. Once in sight of where he believed the attacker to be he fired, unloading four of the six 9mm rounds from the revolver that had been in his pocket, in that direction to keep the attacker down long enough to get within site of the target. 

"Stop shooting!" he demanded of the person in the building. "We can resolve this peacefully, shoot again and I will assume that, that is your only and official response!"

He wasn't worried about the people to his back, if the man had proffered to run rather than fight then it could only mean that he had no confidence in his group of winning the gun fight. He was also not worried about the group, if that was what it even was, in front of him. After the initial shooting of what sounded like two low caliber rounds the firing had stopped, either the rounds had been a scare tactic or there was only one shooter with low ammo. He hoped it was the latter, he did not want to risk his life fighting an armed group.

He scanned the windows ready to spring to any of them and unload three round controlled bursts. Since he had no idea where exactly the attacker was he had to rely on his reflexes for victory.

An eerie thought crossed his mind, could this group be a stalker killer group? He had fought a few, but he had done the reverse stalking having spotted them first, it was why he hated moving in anything larger than solo. It made it easier to get spotted and in consequence, killed. Those kinds of groups cared only about killing, raping, and robbing. There was no talking and no surrender. The reason for the thought was the fact that the attacker had spoken no warning or demand, and had in fact elected to not speak at all. The only thing that kept him from feeling dreadfully sure that this was a stalker killer group was the fact that while those kinds of groups killed they tended to taunt and wear down the mind with psychological attacks to provoke fear and irrational thought.