Things went from bad to worse in the Pump House. This money thing was getting seriously out of control. Jason understood why. $200 was a hell of a lot of money whoever you were, people would and often did do some very stupid and or heinous shit for that amount of money. It bought a lot of bullets. A lot of medical supplies and quite a bit of food. Anyone would be crazy not to want the cash, but was the value of ones life worth it? In the world they lived in yes was the only correct answer. People willingly killed for a hell of a lot less. Jason did value his own life though and sometimes even valued the lives of others, so as much as he badly wanted and needed some of that money he wasn't planning on killing anyone for it. Of course he also needed to make sure he wasn't killed and in order to do that he needed to at the very least play a part in getting the whole situation under control. When the fool behind the bar aimed his gun at the bloke in possession of the satchel the line was crossed for Jason. In one swift movement he brought the shotgun up into a firing position and aimed it at the chest of the man behind the bar.

“Don't get any stupider now friend. At this range even if I miss I can't miss. Now, sorry to say I just can't believe you would be in possession of that amount of cash and value it little enough to leave it in a damn bar. So lady, how did you come to be in possession of that amount of money?” Jason spoke very calmly, his weapon still fixed on the man who had decided to pull his weapon.