<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)</div>"Right boss." Dom said with a nod when Tim's instructions came in.<br/><br/>He brought up his radio as he moved into position out back, looking at the window for the tell-tale signs of movement to indicate whether they were taking up defensive positions or had even put a scout to watch the back yet. Nothing. Nothing he could see anyway. "Ricky. Change in plans. We're taking the Hall now. Keep their attention up front, I got the back. Once you hear me start shooting, move in."<br/><br/>The guy he sent to help Ricky pin them down had an uzi.  Between that and Ricky's assault rifle, Dom was confidant that would be enough to keep the attention of those inside. He started sprinting toward the back door, halfway there saw the first hint of movement passing the Window. He leveled the AA-12 and fired just slightly to the right of the window, deliberately missing the person taking cover under the window. Sure enough the explosive shotgun put a basketball-sized hole in the building. The explosion of splinters and glass was more than enough to make the young guy inside drop his handgun in a panic and curl up in a ball as if that would somehow protect him.<br/><br/>Another cacophonous blast practically took the door off it's hinge. A hard kick finished the job, as the Town Meeting Hall's back door caved in. Dom hammered the butte of his gun down over the head of the boy who'd utterly failed in his job to cover the back, knocking him for a loop but not outright killing him. He snatched up the fallen pistol and tucked it into his waistband before he began to advance quickly but with more caution than his initial charge toward the Hall's main room where he figured those inside were taking cover positions.<br/><br/>He was confident his explosive and very loud entry would throw the defenders up front into disarray, making it possible for Ricky and his backup to move in. Just to be sure he started blasting holes in the wall, deliberately aiming just high enough that unless there was anybody really tall standing up, none of the people in the Town Hall were likely to actually take a direct hit. But every blast from that gun put another hole in the wall, and sent another explosion of wood splinters, dust and plaster chunks flying into the main room where the defenders were gathered, adding to the chaos and intimidation factor. Forcing them into paralyzed moments of indecision as they tried to figure out if they should focus on the explosive monstrosity bearing down on them from behind, or the two men with fully automatic weapons moving in from the front. If all went according to plan by the time they made up their minds it would be too late.<br/>