Raylan Elisha Wilcox
Location: Warehouse to Institute
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"Yeah I got plenty. Running and hiding ain't the answer. I'm not saying we need to kill them but we have to make it known that leaving us a lone is the wise move. I... You know what Frank, your call. You wanna hide, we'll hide. But I still gotta get right with the dude who drove them back." Raylan said point to Grace, trying to look in better condition than he was.
"Send someone with me, don't, I don't much care. But he's gotta be taken care of. I got a sneaking feeling we're gonna need his help again." Raylan braced himself against the wall and rubbed his face. "I'm going to take a shower and get cleaned up. Send one, send them all, I don't care."
It took nearly half an hour to get cleaned up. It the amount of blood and dirt was nothing less than amazing. When he looked in the mirror, he smiled. That bruise on his face seemed so small now. There were many more than just that one. As he pulled his hairline back he could a gash. One that was gonna need some attention, if he was smart he would get some stitches but it could put off for a while. With some ill placed butterfly bandages, and some clothing he was almost ready to go. He made special stop first. Johnny's room.
Raylan had more than couple of knives. Most of them where heavy duty knives for work or when the need came up. He had one that was special, one that was without a doubt a weapon. He had taken from a dumb ass who didn't know how to use. But what Johnny has, were guns. Raylan wasn't gonna last much longer in another fight. He was too tired and beat up. It didn't take long to find a gun in Johnny's room, Raylan was just happy it was semiautomatic, even though it looked to be in rough shape. Even if it didn't fire, he could still use it as a club.
Raylan shoved the handgun in back of his pants and slowly walked to the front door. He knew this was a horrible idea but he didn't have much if a choice in the matter.