[i]"... Come out, wherever you are."[/i]

Alex was already pressed against the wall in the bedroom next to the door. He'd heard the commotion and the door being kicked in. He knew the man had a gun, it was all simple things he picked up on without having to reveal himself and he knew that he was holding Riley at gunpoint. Alex pressed the side of his face up against the door frame allowing his eyes to peek around and see behind the couch. He made a break for it, ducking behind the couch just as a shot was fired his way. He rummaged around in his jacket until he found Oliver's gun, the one he had kept. He stood up pointing the gun at the man although Riley was blocking a clear shot. He could have aimed for the head but what if he'd missed. His hands had been a little shaky since he took the wound to the leg. He couldn't explain it, perhaps it was just nerves.

"Let her go." Alex spoke, his tone calm and reserved, trying not to become antagonized. He gestured with the gun before making sure it was visibly aimed at his forehead. "Let her go." He repeated, his voice this time more gruff and agitated.

The man laughed, holding Riley closer and shaking his head, aiming his gun in Alex's direction.