[b]Tyler - Haywood[/b]

Tyler looked at Enrique through the corner of his eye, his expression settling on a glare. "The bandits got to him first. There was nothing that could be done."

As the vehicles made their way into Haywood, return fire began to rain down upon them. It was nothing compared to the art museum gang, further proving that Haywood wasn't doing so good these days. A sudden intrusive thought entered Tyler's mind, that his Katie lie dead in one of the graves. If that was the case, he would just have to murder each and every one of the people who let her die.

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[b]Shannon - Haywood[/b]

Shanelle and her friend Ryder kept watch over James toward the centre of the house, where it was least likely for them to be hit by gunfire. Shannon had tried to get Valentina to join them, but the girl refused to leave her room, only staring up at the ceiling in a catatonic state. Shannon worried that the girl could be dangerous in her current state, so she was forced to leave her. Then she scrambled to join the others in firing on their attackers, but she found herself stopping at one of the windows to see what they were up to. She kept low, only daring to get the tiniest of peeks out in case she was fired upon.

Shannon watched as the attackers pushed a series of vehicles into Haywood, most of them choosing to settle outside Daniel's home. Once they were in place, some of them scattered, probably to round up anyone wandering outside. One of the attackers began to yell, "I want my daughter back, and any other prisoners your people have!" Shannon couldn't see the person behind the car, but the sound of his voice indicated that he was male. "My daughter... Katelyn. You will hand her over! We have one of your own as hostage! Another young girl!"

Shannon ducked down and brought a hand to her mouth. That man could only mean Katie, and it meant that man was Tyler. Though she had never met the man herself, the horror stories that the others had told her were brought to the forefront of her mind. He couldn't possibly be bluffing about a hostage, could he? Shaking her head, Shannon got to her feet. She felt clumsy and frightened, but she couldn't sit this one out, not like last time. She hurried down the stairs, yelling, "Daniel! They must mean Emma! He has Emma!"