Before the Storm post

Isaac scowled as Cheryl was hit, rage filling his being. He wasn't going to let him get off easy on this one, not after that. Fingers wrapped around the agent's discarded gun, and he raised it, aiming briefly before he pulled the trigger.

[i]Bang![/i] The gunshot resounded, Jack finally grunting as it hit him in the back of his right leg, made him stagger a bit at last. Just like Louis, he had made a distraction, enough for Norman, who lunged forward, grabbing an arm around his waist and pushing them both off of the car, narrowly missing Louis and the others and rolling along.

The agent saw, saw the Desert Eagle Jack had dropped, and started to crawl for it. Faster, faster! He lunged, Jack falling over him as he tried as well, and the stronger man was sent rolling back into a group of gas cans, sitting up but groaning, a few knocked over in the process.

Norman stood, gasping for breath as he trained the gun on him with both hands. "Enough f***ing around! Now you're going to tell me about the man with the blue car!"

As always, Jack was classy. "Go f*** yourself in the a**!"

Isaac, on the other hand, walked over to Cheryl, putting an arm around her back and helping her up as he moved toward the man who had caused this injury in the first place. "Are you going to be okay? Need help standing?"