Everything had been a bit... chaotic. Suddenly tear gas was pouring in, and being at the front, Ashton rolled up and to the side to get away from the main concentration of it. Being outside, it would disperse much quicker. Suddenly swat officers were on them. His bodyguard was holding her own, punching and flipping people before running off towards a car. But it wasn't his car... she had the keys for it. Wait a minute, did she really give that little girl the keys? 

As soon as he was about to run after Violet for his keys, he saw an officer grab Jennifer and handcuffing her, dragging her to a SUV. "Oh no you don't." Ashton growled, sprinting off towards their direction, gun in hand. That was, until he felt a sharp pain in his side right after a blasting sound came behind a car. It was the bean bag shotgun.

The former CEO crumpled to the ground, clutching his ribs as the SWAT officer walked towards him. Gun aimed at him, he kicked his gun away from him. "Get up, freak." 

Ashton just smirked, spitting at him before enough bean bag round hit him straight in the gut, making him cough a little blood. Damn those hurt. As he knelt on the ground, the officer put a hand on his shoulder and tried to drag him up. That got him angry.

While getting up, Ashton's body had a mind of it's own, his arm swinging forward as his fist connected with the man's ballistic vest. Normally this would do nothing, and not hurt at all. But boy did it hurt. The officer went flying backwards, smashing into the passenger side door of the cruiser and leaving a person sized dent in it. Out cold.

Ashton breathed heavily, not being able to feel his whole arm at all as he felt marks burning themselves into his skin. He wouldn't be using that arm in a while. 

"Gotta... find Luna. Jennifer's gone. Kid has my fucking keys." Muttered Mr. Conway, reaching down and grabbing his pistol with his good hand. He made his way over to Luna, or at least in the direction where he saw her go, coughing every so often and wondering how intact his ribs were.