Madison carefully watched Arc as he reacted fairly calmly to the situation. She knew that he was acting as if he didn't care what happened to her, as if he didn't care if she died, but his performance was fairly convincing and he almost had her believing him as well. She watched him with narrowed eyes, eventually catching on to his plan as her eyes flickered from him to the other two guards, unsure of how this would go down without some sort of bloodshed.  As Clyde offered for Arc to come with them to the East Side and Arc lowered his weapon in response, she couldn't help the small pang of fear that settled in her chest. For both her and Arc.<br/><br/>Arc walked slowly towards them, and she watched him, unsure of his motives. She furrowed her eyes at him as if to ask what he was doing, but she soon rolled her eyes at his mention of her being a 'filthy whore.' She huffed and Clyde laughed, nodding to how seemingly agreeable Arc was being.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"Well, if you come with us, you'll never be refused again, these girls don't have a choice, do you?"</span>He squeezed Madison a bit and she couldn't help the growl that escaped her throat, her eyes again flickering over Arc.<br/><br/>She was however, taking extremely off guard at what happened next. Arc flipped his gun to Clyde and released a round that was powerful enough to spin his entire body around. He was able to take Madison to the ground with him as he did, and she struggled to push him off her so she could jump up. He tried to get his gun against her temple but she managed to elbow his chest and snatch his gun, pistol whipping him across the jaw as she pushed herself off the ground, dazed.<br/><br/>She saw Arc running towards her and her eyes moved to the two guards behind him who were unloading their bullets to the standing pair. She swiftly grabbed Arc's arm, snatching his gun from the ground and pulling him behind a large rock as some form of protection. She handed him the gun, panting as she peered out from behind the rock.<br/><br/>"Filthy whore, huh?" She smirked as she made sure that the gun she snatched from Clyde was loaded.<br/><br/>Clyde was on the ground, groaning at his shoulder wound as the other two held their fire, not wishing to waste their bullets. Madison looked over the rock, seeing the family huddled behind the wagon, making her sigh as she wasn't exactly sure how to make this work without getting them injured as well. She could tell that Arc's arm was bothering him, so she took a deep breath, looking to the two guards in front of them. She turned to Arc, thinking up a plan in her head. "Okay, stay here, make sure the family doesn't get hurt. Cover me." She nodded to him and peered out from behind the boulder once more before sprinting to in front of the wagon, forcing the family to run over to the rock she was previously at. She successfully distracted the two guards, giving Arc enough time to do whatever it was he though necessary.<br/><br/>However, the plan took a turn that no one would have expected. The older man that drove the wagon, the father to the two kids, picked up one of the guns that was tossed to the ground when Arc asked them to drop their weapons and aimed it at one of the men who were shooting at Madison, pulling the trigger. Madison watched in shock as one of the guards dropped to his knees, falling to the ground as he clutched his chest. The seconds guard, seemingly just as shocked as Madison, quickly snatched the pills that Clyde had taken from the plane and took off in a sprint, away from the group. Madison stood and chased after him, only getting so far before stopping. "Damnit!" She cursed and dropped her hands to her sides. The last thing she wanted was one of them getting away.<br/><br/>Her attention was refocused as she heard Clyde's choked laughs from the ground, making her blood run cold. Clyde had been the one who captured her, the one who introduce her to the Alpha, the first one to... so it was safe to say she had a grudge against him. However, she wasn't sure she would be able to bring herself to kill him. She walked over to him, standing above him as she aimed her gun to his forehead. Her hand was shaking lightly as she clenched her jaw, willing herself to pull the trigger.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"You can't do it, you aren't made for murder."</span>Clyde laughed, coughing lightly, a shit eating grin on his face.<br/><br/>She narrowed her eyes at him, her entire hand shaking before she dropped it with a groan, running a hand through her hair and facing Arc. The family stayed huddled together by the rock, the older man watching with concern. Madison just listened to the remarks of the man on the ground, her blood boiling at his words.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"You think you'll get away from us? You can't even pull the fucking trigger, how sad."</span>He shook his head in mock sympathy.<br/><br/>Madison walked over to Arc, looking at Clyde on the ground, sighing heavily. "What now."