[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/fc919d328046efa51637b4919940e914/tumblr_inline_nuo4kow2ON1qlt39u_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b][color=00ff00]Location[/color][/b]: Building F (The Newnans' House)[/center][hr][hr]	Jack dropped the pillow and hugged Tatiana back tightly, hoping to somehow stop her shaking. He tried to guide her down onto the couch, as if she were made of glass, and he let out a sigh of relief when it turned out just to have been a glass shard from a coffee mug. There were worse possibilities in the world. The shot must not have been for Tatiana after all, for which he was thankful. 

	[color=00ff00]"Breakfast in bed?"[/color] Jack inquired, raising an eyebrow slightly at his wife. Just add in a newspaper and fresh squeezed orange juice, and it'd be about the most white picket fence type of activity he could think of. [color=00ff00]"You sure that's good an' all? You're eatin' and livin' for two, you know."[/color] And bleeding for two, but he didn't mention that. They'd need to wrap up her foot soon enough, probably get Froggy to take a look at it, disinfect it and all. 

	But as she threw her arms around him, he figured that could wait, as long as Tatiana was safe. He couldn't help but feel secure himself as she tightened her grip, despite the fear and the panic of the shot. The sound may have dispelled the domestic bliss illusion from the day before, but it hadn't taken Tatiana away from him. The prickling sensation of fear was dampened by her. He heard the crackling of the radio, listening as Froggy started in French, before transitioning into English. 

	He truthfully didn't know the answer to Tatiana's question. All he knew was this his wife was safe and that Froggy was just as in the dark as they were. It felt a bit odd for Newnan's second to not know the reason. But reminding himself that Newnan's security team was one of the best and that he and Tatiana were armed to the teeth, he tried not to worry too much. [color=00ff00]"Maybe, solovey,"[/color] Jack admitted. 

	[color=00ff00]"If anythin' comes this way, I want you to run and hide,"[/color] Jack told Tatiana, his protective nature coming out. [color=00ff00]"Don't let them see you or anythin'. If there is a them..."[/color] If they were under attack, he figured that Eden would likely be behind it. And if it was Eden, he doubted they'd have any qualms about murdering a pregnant woman in cold blood. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/e5d5fcaf9fbbd5644bd6848807e79e4c/tumblr_mus6alGv8a1rhs5nco4_r1_250.gif[/img][hr][color=#23D5B7][b]Location[/b][/color]: Franklin Addition Building C3 (Beatrice's Apartment)[/center][hr][hr]	Crouched on the floor in her room, Beatrice kept listening for further volleys, but none appeared to have come just yet. The odds that it was an attack felt slimmer to her with each second that passed without another shot. Of course, it simply could have been that there were no more targets to shoot at, that everyone in the area had hidden themselves away. 

	Shuffling over gracefully to her nightstand, Beatrice pulled the knife off from on top of it. All the non-leads in Newnan got a knife, in order to protect themselves in the event of an attack. She was more skilled with a pistol or a bow, having never learned to use a knife all too much. However, she figured it'd at least look menacing enough to frighten anyone who came knocking on her door, and give her a moment to switch over to hand-to-hand, her favorite method of combat. 

	Prepared for the worst, Beatrice then drummed her fingers lightly on her leg. If she squinted at the knife enough, she could imagine it as a pair of knitting needles. It was a hobby that she had been attempting to learn and get into, but like her DIY projects, they never tended to pan out all too well. A stray hair fell in front of her eyes and she blew on it, trying to get it out of her way. It went up and then landed down again, directly on her nose. Another attempt and the hair finally fell into line with the others, off to the side. 

	There was still plenty of time before she'd need to report in to work that day. She kept her ears trained for the slightest sound, tapping one finger against the handle of the knife. It was one way she had learned to stay quiet and patient for long periods of time; a little repetitive action helped her to keep focus. Of course, she was hoping to get some information about the shot soon enough. Hopefully information that said Newnan wasn't under attack, and if that was the case, that it had already been dealt with. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/24549866ed143be11dbfc570a7ff8e12/tumblr_inline_nl7kc4WNy21rpdlxb.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b][color=ff6600]Location[/color][/b]: Building B (Rejects House)[/center][hr][hr]	Chloe glanced over towards Ryan as he peered out the blinds, frowning when he swore and told her to stay put. She may have been incredibly compliant and passive as a little kid, but that was the past. Neither of the Ridgeway twins took well to authority figures. And with Ryan telling her to stay in her room, as he darted off, it made her only want to follow and get a look at the situation for herself. But Irish wasn't long, coming back with his knife in his hand. 

	She opened her mouth to argue back, but Ryan was gone before she even could. The news that Dick wasn't home didn't surprise her too much. The cowboy chased by security, however, that was new. Had she not worked as a smuggler before the outbreak, she might've doubted that anyone could just sneak into Newnan. But she knew well enough that if there was a will, there was a way. Either the cowboy had managed to sneak into Newnan or he had been let in as a guest. 

	But what Chloe knew for certain, however, was that like hell would she sit and cower in her room. Grabbing her shoes, she threw them on and then tossed her flannel on as well. She didn't bother getting out of pajamas, figuring that social etiquette was the least of her concerns. Taking her own knife, Chloe then rushed towards the door of the house, opening it slowly to take a peak outside. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff]Ravi Chakrabarti[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/f955c18e469843105dea0353ca9e8463/tumblr_inline_o9rxefr8wy1txmes7_250.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Building 3D (Gavi's General Housing)[/center][hr][hr]	With himself fully dressed, Ravi felt a bit happier that there weren't further sounds of shots. At least, if there were going to be more, they hadn't happened yet. And Gavin might have been a bit stupid, always running into the thick of things, but the ranger was bloody lucky. Odds were, Gavin was completely fine, but Ravi did have a nagging suspicion that something serious had indeed gone down. 

	Opening the door, Ravi waved at the guards that had been posted there. [color=00ccff]"Is gunfire normal around here?"[/color] Ravi inquired. [color=00ccff]"And if it's Gavin's doing, full disclosure, he's a tad bit reckless...Fancies himself to be a hero to every damsel in distress in the world, really."[/color] He put his hands in his pockets, feeling a bit awkward. He hadn't been in this sort of situation before. Usually, he knew [i]exactly[/i] what Gavin had gotten himself into. But now, all he could do was speculate about what the Texas Ranger was up to. 

	[color=00ccff]"So, gents...Mind filling a fellow in on what's going on?"[/color]