[b]The Bull - Catacombs - Floyd/Katie/Harley[/b]

The Bull's eyes widened as Floyd grabbed Harley away from him and proceeded to smash the man's face against the wall. Bull could only stare as Harley fell to the ground, his hands to his face and cursing up a storm. It was a bit nuts, but Bull figured Floyd just had something to prove.

[i]"Ya got sumthin you wanna tell me?!"[/i]

Bull shrugged. You see, he liked it when a man had something prove, especially one as entertaining as this one. "That's nothin' compared to what Tyler will do to him if he really was stealing." He peered down at the little girl still cowering behind Floyd. Bull lowered himself to his knees, though the action strained him slightly. Sometimes, he felt far too out of shape for his own good. "Not that I don't believe you. But Lauren is probably worried sick about you."

Sighing, Bull pushed himself to stand. He grabbed Harley by his shirt and lifted him to his feet. "I-I didn't--" Harley coughed on his own blood and wobbled on his feet. "F-Fuck!"

Bull felt like laughing at the stupid fucker's face.

"I'll deal with him, you take Katie back to her room. She should know the way." There was no way Bull could leave Floyd with this guy after that. He was probably going to be killed anyway, but their was a procedure to follow. He shoved Harley down the hall. "Get the hell going so we can clean you up."

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[b]Tyler - The Road[/b]

"I'm not sure why the procedure is changing so suddenly without forewarning."

Tyler stood next to Brad, his eyes looking at each man before them in turn. None of them appeared to be Eli, the man who was always asking about his former wife. Brad was right, all of this [i]was[/i] bullshit. Asking for triple and changing the procedure, Haywood was assuming he was willing to put up a lot for one pregnant woman. Tyler could feel his pulse quickening, his face growing hot; He was growing angry with these people, but he had to keep himself in check. All he needed was to see the woman, to [i]have[/i] her.

Then one of them was holding the van's slide-door handle. "She's in here Tyler, like always," he said. 'Like always', as if anything about this deal was the usual.

Brad grabbed Tyler by the arm. "Bring her out, then," he said, his other arm pointing to the ground. "You walk her out of the van, and we pretend there's a line between us. Right here." His pointed hand gestured to the centre of the road between them and made a line in the air. 

Tyler took a step forward and shrugged Brad off. He kept the man around for a reason; Brad was a paranoid mess, and dedicated to his boss to a degree that sometimes made Tyler uncomfortable, but those were good traits to have in a second-in-command these days. "Sounds good to me," Tyler said. "Get your men back on your side and my men will carry over your supplies. Then we get the girl." He put a hand into the air, his palm flat out toward the guy beside the van. "But only the girl and the supplies cross the line at this point. It's only fair, after all these changes you've made." With that said, Tyler stepped back to stand just before the truck. Brad took his place next to him.

"And get her out of that van so I know she fucking exists."