Terry watched as a girl came up to her and she smirked. "Yep. [i]Their[/i] inaction sure does."She said with a laugh. "Hey Rach. I'm Terry. " A quick glance at the rising sun told her time was ticking and she needed to find a good smuggler. "Listen I gotta find someone. Kinda about to do something crazy so if you're into that kind of thing you're welcome to come." She could remember her brother telling her about a smuggler and where a lot of people went when they wanted something from him. Terry racked her mind for a memory of where it was and managed to think of a general location. "I'll explain later." She said quickly and began walking off in the direction. It was some sort of headquarters where tons of people all squeezed inside. If only she knew what he looked like. Hopefully he'd stick out.

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Many people would just shoot all of them. That wasn't exactly Tobias's style. Recklessly just shooting anyone was cruel. He preferred to spare lives if possible whenever he could. That doesn't mean if he saw someone killing people he wouldn't shoot him.Toby would not hesitate when the situation called for it but this time all he wanted was a horse. 
He knelt down behind a prickly, dead bush and began scoping out the area. His gaze fixated on broken half of a beer bottle. Slowly, he reached for it and then got to his feet. He chucked it as hard as he could somewhere down the hill and knelt down again. He peered through the thicket, watching as the men stood up and all but one abandoned their fire and ran toward the noise. Toby got up and wasted no time. He sprinted down, hitting the one guy with the hilt of his gun. 

"Hey!"He yelled in surprise, unfortunately dragging the attention of the other men. They glanced over and quickly began running back, realizing their idiotic mistake. 
Toby smiled at him. "See ya."He wacked him again, rendering him unconscious. Tobias saw a little bag near the horse that seemed to carry its food. He grabbed it then hopped on the horse just as the men were coming back. He gave it a gentle kick and it began galloping away. A chorus of yells and bullets being fired filled his ears as he held on tightly to the rain, urging the horse faster. He could feel the bullets whizzing past him, barely grazing his face with a rush of air.