CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID

[DYLAN,]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; color: black; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px"][color=black]Well, just like he had expected it to, the plan had gone to shit. Dylan wanted to be surprised when Wolfbite appeared out of thin air but the emotion never came; it wasn't surprise, annoyance of fear, just disappointment. A failed attempt to steal that would 100% lead to conflict and zero supplies for the Badlands. The tall male was plastered to a nearby wall when the Northstar Leader approached; his dark hoodie had helped him blend in, until he stepped forward into show with his AK-47 pointed in Wolf's face. "Get off him." Dylan spat in anger as he watched the two tussle. He didn't fire the gun yet as he he positioned the automatic weapon on the older man's face, one hazel eye squinted and his mouth drawn back in an animal like snarl. Behind him he could hear Clover and other Badlanders getting to work at unloading whatever was inside. "Everyone step the fuck away and put your hands above your head or I swear to God I'm going to blow your heads off." He might not have enough bullets to kill them all if he missed, but after practicing with his throwing stars the other morning and shooting the coyotes he was sure he wouldn't be too rusty.