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Confusion spread across his face thanks to Delany’s reply and question of her own ‘No I didn’t even see him.’ Barney replied. Listening to her description of the vehicle Barney noticed the two men arguing to near fist-fight levels further down the row. There was a surprisingly low amount of damage done to the Escalade’s grill compared to what the carrier had suffered, impact damage that looked like a high speed t-bone when it was obviously anything but. Barney offered Delaney the faintest of acknowledgement as she moved away, not even noticing the immediate danger of the Jeep as he approached the two men. Barney had a different plan, especially since the youngest of the men was now waving a baseball bat in the face of the other man.

‘Get back in that piece of shit and get the fuck outta my way asshole!’ the young man barked towards the carrier driver ‘Sorry but I want your insur-‘ ‘Last time old man before I bust your fucking head open, Move!’ ‘Is there a problem here?’ Barney rasped deeply towards mister baseball bat. Pointing the bat towards Barney, Delaney dazed on the ground opposite, the young man started aiming his aggression towards him ‘You want a piece of this too?’ the young man sounded more frantic, scared. ‘Look. I’m here with Delaney Byron, know her? We need a ride out of here right now, let’s help eachot-‘ during his words Barney looked over at Delaney, cut short by seeing another sickly person dangerously close to her.

Crossing his arm hastily over his midsection Barney revealed the revolver’s butt from under his shirt, hidden away within his waistline, concealed between his belt and underwear in a specialized holster. Yanking the .38 free Barney steadied the small firearm in his large rough hands with an almost uncharacteristic finesse. Frowning his brow with aim Barney shot off a round, the revolver jerked ever slightly within his powerful grip as the bullet buried itself deep into one of the sickly man’s eyes. The orb practically exploded into blood and puss oozing down the man’s shirt as he collapsed on the floor beside Delaney with a deathly thud.

The shot had sent a deafening ring through Barney’s ears as he lowered the gun wide eyed at the damage caused. The fact that the two men beside him ran the moment the revolver was in his grip coupled with any reaction however loud or quiet from Delaney were both completely lost on Barney as he stared at the corpse, revolver hanging at his side.