Name: Cal Cassel<br/><br/>Location / Time: Front door to kitchen, December 20th, 7:39am<br/><br/>Tagging: Baxter, Olivia, Irina<br/><br/>Wearing: Black boots, blue jeans, black t-shirt, black leather jacket<br/><br/>With the nose of the gun trained directly at Baxter’s forehead, Cal reached in to his back pocket and tossed a handful of zip ties on to the island counter. “If he tries anything, I’ll kill him, then I’ll kill both of you,” Cal said as calmly as he could to the women without taking his eyes off the boy. He wasn’t bluffing. His mind made decisions like a car driving over a series of security spikes; once a threshold was crossed there was no backing up, and each self-destructive thought lead him deeper down a deadly path that he believed was fated. Alone, holding the three family members at bay as a result of of Shaun’s abandonment, Cal was thinking only of his own survival at this point and had zero reservations about putting  bullet through these random strangers and getting himself as far away from the house as he could.<br/><br/>Nodding to the older sister who he now realized was in fact their mother he barked instructions. “You! Mommy. Your tough little boy here is the biggest threat to the three of you staying alive. Understood? So let’s save his life and yours. He’s gonna be a good boy and sit down in one of these chairs at the kitchen table, and you’re gonna take one of those ties and secure his arms behind the chair, then you’re gonna secure each of his ankles to the front legs. Got it? We’re all in a situation now that is so beyond fucked up, so come at me, or don’t do what I’m telling you and I will end your two kids so you can watch them die, and then I’ll kill you.”<br/><br/>As Deke’s voice buzzed to life over the headset, Cal felt some of the anger that was seething through him subside. At least the biker had followed through and this wasn’t some bizarre set-up or cruel joke orchestrated by Shaun. With Deke in the house the plan gone wrong suddenly felt salvageable.