"You think I give a shit? I'm not leaving her now.." He mumbled without even bothering to look at his brother. He remained sitting where he was with Faye resting against his chest. Swallowing, he briefly closed his eyes while his brow furrowed.

"Is he dead..?" He finally asked barely above a whisper while he reopened his eyes. He didn't need to specify who he meant, but did he really want to know whether he had killed someone? He shook his head. Who was he kidding, he already knew the answer to his stupid question. Even in his moment of blind rage he'd seen the bullets hit target one by one. No one could survive that..

"So what's the plan now? Walter going Rambo on the fuckers? Because that sounds awesome. Maybe he can get us all shot or killed." He muttered bitterly, paying no mind to the sirens in the distance.

For a brief moment Brian stared at Jack. Obviously he had never killed anybody, which was a good thing. He turned his head briefly to see the man laying a a huge puddle of blood -his head was partly blown away.
"Yeah, he is." he answered in a low voice.
Brian wouldn't argue with Jack whether he was staying or not. He'd do the same thing to make sure his wife was alright.
He had noticed that Jack was bleeding at his neck as well. He motioned for the long graze. "They got you, too."
Once again he turned around. he couldn't see the ambulance yet but it couldn't be far.
"If you're staying I'll go, okay?...I have to find Mia before Walter blows the whole town up. Are you going to be all right?"

She didnt even know what had happened, she had left right when Walter had told her to, and they had been waiting, the blow to the face had been hard and painful, but this, oh god this was so much worse, her eyes narrowed as she looked over at Walter, like this was any of her fault, if she saw him ever again it would be to soon.

With a hiss she cried out in more pain, her nails digging into the arm she found next to her, her swimming begging for her to pass out and she wanted to, anything to stop the pain, and the dizzyness she was feeling, but then he was there, his hands against her face, smoothing away the tears and despite every thing she let out a soft smile. "Ill yell at you later" She managed to get out, her voice gravely, as her eyes fluttered, the sound of a distant siren in the distance.

Jack managed a more genuine smile this time when he heard her strained words. Not once in his life had he ever looked forward to getting yelled at, especially not by her, but now he more than wanted to make an exception. She could tear his head off if she so desired..

"Good.. I'll hold you to that." He whispered before he looked up at his brother. His fingers briefly touched the still slightly bleeding graze on his neck while he shrugged dismissively. He'd live to see another day for now. It was more than he could say for the three dead bodies in the sand surrounding them.

"How am I supposed to explain this when the ambulance gets here? And what about him?" He mumbled as he nodded toward the fourth cuffed and moaning in pain guy.

The ambulance is going to call the cops. They'll take care of him if the ambulance doesn't take him with them.

Brian gave Jack a quick slap on the shoulder and said. "Just say you have no idea what happened...the cops are going to figure out that you fired a weapn if they find traces of powder on your hands. You should really go."

A look across his shoulder confirmed that the ambulance was approaching now so Brian made a run for his car and yelled.
"Are you coming?"

"Are you crazy?! I can't! I can't just leave her here, bro!" He shouted back as his eyes shot toward the blue flashing lights in the distance with worry at Brian's earlier words. The cops would most likely find traces of gun powder on his hands, he'd seen enough tv shows to know that, and he couldn't possibly plea self-defense with how the scene looked now. Four against one and him coming out of it with only a mere 'scratch' on his neck? He'd be behind bars faster than he could say 'Lompoc'.

Breathing out a 'fuck', he quickly pulled Faye's arm around his neck before his own moved under her legs and back. A soft apology fell from his lips when he carefully lifted her up with him as he stood and moved toward Brian's car with her in his arms. At this point he had no choice but to agree with Walter. His brother never should have called for a damned ambulance. Whether Brian wanted to do the right thing or not, it made already complicated things even worse.

"She's coming with, drop her off at the hospital and stick with Walter's story, alright?"

Leaving no room for argument, he lowered Faye on the back seat before sliding in the back himself.

"For fucks sake..." He rolled his eyes at Jack while he pushed down on the gas.
"The ambulance is already here, they'd take her and she'd be fine."
While he sped around the next corner with squeeling tires he shot a look back at the ambulance and then at Faye who admittedly looked like she was in a lot of pain and not ready to let go of Jacks arm.
"You're making me an accomplice, Jack. I've just done time and if the FBI wants to they'll pull that file back out."
He neglected to mention the fact that his brother was still on probation himself.
The passengers in the back seat were thrown around when he took the next corner so fast that he almost hit a pick up truck coming towards them. At the last second he swirfed only scratching the fender of his skyline at the trucks massiv cow catcher.

"They would ask her questions that we rather leave unanswered, too, bro." He mumbled while he briefly met Brian's gaze in the rear-view mirror. Didn't matter he didn't want to leave her side anymore, not after having been apart from her for days, worrying what was happening to her and now had watched her get shot right in front of his eyes. Enough was enough.

"You already made yourself an accomplice just by showing up, man.." He snorted. Did he sound ungrateful? Probably. But things could have gone so fucking wrong after that goon had aimed the gun at Faye's head. The S.O.B had not been bluffing to kill her.

"Can you at least slow it done ONE bit before you turn us in to roadkill?!" He yelled when the Skyline's fender took a nasty scrape from an oncoming truck.

Checking his rear view mirror he eased off the gas. Nobody was following them. They were probably either tending to the guy, they had left there, or calling in Brians plates.

Briefly he checked his watch. He needed to get to Carter asap so once more Brian floored it and put some of his finest driving on display when he flew through the city without paying attention to any traffic regulations but still not hitting any other car.

In front of USC University Hospital he came to a halt, ran around the car to grab Fayes legs and helped Leon carry her seemingly unconscious body into the ER entrance.

They were arguing, what abotu she really didnt know, her head was swimming, and her breaths were leaving her lips in quick bursts, pain shot through every nerve in her body, licking her lips she felt someone moving her and then his voice threw her head,then more pain, a moan falling from herlips as her head rolledinto his shoulder.

They were in motion seconds later and another pained moan fell from her lips as the car swereved and she was thrown around on the back seat, her nails digging into Jack's arm, before finally giving into the blackness that was calling to her.