<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>Billy, Michael,  Madelyn,  Open<br/><br/>As he ran, perhaps it was just coincidence that brought him closer to Billy. He stopped around the other boy, since he hadn't been shot, and running was now not needed. He heaved a sigh.<strong>"That went to hell pretty fast, huh? C'mon, let's get back to the others."</strong>He'd say, moving to head back towards Michael and the others.<strong>"Thanks for the cover, Billy."</strong>He'd say, after he took a moment to catch his breath.<br/><br/>As he approached the others, he reached up and pushed both visors up, and locked them into position. That way, he was still wearing his helmet, but he did them the courtesy of not hiding his face.<strong>"You know, the next time I'm going into a gun fight with a knife, you could tell me that plainly."</strong>He said to Michael, but not in any way upset with him. It was more like a light, teasing joke; a little self deprecation mixed in there, too.<br/><br/><strong>"hey, what happened?"</strong>He stared at Madelyn, and more specifically, the blood on her face. He pulled a small, neatly folded up handkerchief from one of the pockets of his jacket, and moved to hand it to her.<br/>