No answer, Shawn's mind screamed out in scenario's. He was too far out to make it back in any reasonable time to give her aid. "No, stop it Shawn she is fine. Just in a bad spot at the moment. She'll call ya. Just you wait and see." At risk he left the radio on and turned the volume up. Exhaled he stood back up. Shaking his head and giving the side of his cheek a few slaps. Shawn moved on trying to pick up some lost time. 

Making his way out of the the ally Shawn saw a gold mine but it had a scout in front. The guy didn't see Shawn but Shawn wasn't geared to take on a desperate guy armed with a rifle verses his nine mil with only three rounds. This was a choice Shawn would hold on. No way he could make the shot across the street and not raise alarm to the group holding the area. Looking up for a moment, If there were spotters Shawn couldn't see them. Doubling back meant more lost time, but to go around unseen was the only choice. "Shit." Shawn whispered. Slowly he backed up only to find a second scout had flanked him from behind in the alley. 

This scout was younger, mid twenties and dirty. He had the look of a hunter that saw prey. Not too trained, the scout put his dirty fingers in his mouth and whistled out. Over ten feet out Shawn had to do this quick. Taking full advantage of the whistle, Shawn shot the kid in a quick draw. The round hit the scout in the gut and he dropped but not before reflexively squeezing the trigger on the tech nine he was holding. A spray of bullets rang out as the scouts arm raised a line of impacts raced to Shawn across the ground. Shawn veered left as he rushed forward. The scout cried out, Shawn tackled the guy on his way down. Putting the gun to the guys face, the scout gave up the fight. Or so Shawn thought. A click of a trigger pull at Shawn's side let him know his luck held for now. Grimacing from the future that could of been Shawn cracked the scouts head in with the butt of his own gun. Then again for making Shawn shoot him in the first place. This happened in the ticks of the clock. Shawn had no time to check the body he dipped behind a dumpster a few feet from the fight. 

The second left his post from the front of the shop and came into the ally. "Chris! Hey Chris?! Aw, Shit man!" 

The sound of footsteps in retreat was Shawn's que to get out now! Stopping he did a quick pat down to find a spare clip with ammo and some keys. Shawn took them and left quick. Running was sloppy but he didn't know how many there were in that group and although that Chris guy was alive when Shawn left him, gut shots were a fifty fifty. Running North to the turning point hoping she would either answer by now or... ducking into a door way to key the radio it was 941 AM.   

"Olivia, not sure if you're receiving this. I'm running behind, this side isn't safe. There is still a group here. Olivia..."