Elijah Craigh
Interacting with: DeMarcus and Parker Blake, Lynnette Marshall
"DeMarcus, you bust any walls open it'll be the last thing you do. Take your sister and Lynnette, and go to the break room and collect yourselves." Elijah said never once taking his eyes off the hallway or lowering his gun.
"Linehouse, give me the dip shits handgun and extra mags." Eli said with one hand tight on the trigger and the other extended for the gun. When Linehouse did what was asked, Eli shoved the handgun in his in waistband at the extra two mags in backpocket. He didn't say another word as he slowly walked down the hall. His body was tight and compact, ready for almsot anything. The only adustment that Eli made was to rotate shotgun sideways and move the butt of the weapon from his shoulder to just past his ear. Eli had just effectively shortened the weapon. A shorter weapon was better for close quarters.
In truth it was a terrible tactic, the recoil would be strong enough that there would be nothing Eli could to stop the shotgun from flying back if he had to pull the trigger. However, he was fairly certain he had only one or two shots left. He could easily drop the shotgun or let it fly and move to the handgun.
Eli made his way to the backdoor, it was wide open. That in and of itself didn't bother Eli, but there was something here that was off. He slowly peaked outside the door by the time he fully outside Eli could see not only the rioters but someone else. Someone that clear stood out but for odd reason he couldn't see them. He knew someone or something was there but his eyes just wouldn't see it. Eli turned back and shut the door the tightly.
After locking the door he took a deep breath. He had to tell the kids something. He knew that staying was terrible idea. He could hold some of the rioters for awhile but they would get in before too long. If the back up came, none of them would ever see the outside world again. Running was a choice, but just as dangerous from a separate direction. There were only a handful of people that knew the hills like Eli did, it just so happen that most all of them wanted him and the others dead at the moment.
"Alright Eli... What the fuck are you gonna do now." He said to himself.
"Should have stayed in South America. Fuckin place was a warzone but it was damn pretty one." He slapped the door lightly a couple of times before turning and heading to the break room. He instantly opened one of his bags and pulled out a map. He studied it for a few moments then picked the perfect spot.
"Demar! Girls!" Eli shouted.
"When the sun starts setting you're gonna head here. You three will go ahead, and I'll catch up. You don't stop for anything. I don't care who or what, do not stop. Understand?" Eli said handing the map to DeMarcus.
"Linehouse or one of the depuites will take as far as they can. Once we're safe and have some breathing room, we'll figure out what's going on. Eli didn't know what to say, he had no idea what was going on. Let alone how they were going to do anything more than run.
The whole county never liked him. Now they want to kill him. Eli was fine with it and in truth he probably deserved. If it was him that needed to run and shoot his way out of town it would be one thing. But it wasn't just him, it was him and three others. Two kids and an adult. Even if it was just him and DeMarcus, this would be a lot easier. It was the two seventeen year old redheads that worried Eli. There was no those two would make it out of this without some serious scars. Yet they were from Harlan county, they always had punchers chance to make it.