<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Hearth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parking Lot of the School<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Baseball Team,  Open<br/><br/><strong>"Ahh, unsportsmanlike conduct. Whatever. At least you've got good taste in guns."</strong>He jangled the keys, holding them up for all to see in his free hand.<br/><br/><strong>"Fine, it's yours."</strong>He lowered his hand, slowly, and threw the keys underhanded to Denny. He had no fucking clue how the kid had such a firearm, even here in Texas where they loved their guns, but this was not the time nor the place for questions. As the keys left his hands, he bolted for it; he ducked behind Billy's car, then used some of the other cars in the parking lot as cover, because their was no way in hell he was going to risk walking back to the group and his bike right out in the open.