"Keep the folks in the store pinned down. That's probably where most of 'em ran to. Save us the trouble of gathering 'em all in one place when we're done with the rest of the town. The rest of us will sweep the houses." he said into the radio, as he parked the bus at an angle to cut off the main road into and out of the town, limiting the options of those wanting to flee.  If they wanted to try to rabbit in their own vehicles they'd have to head out the other way, or scatter on foot.<br/><br/>They finished cleaning up the mess they made in Dom's bus quickly, just as Dom killed the engine and opened the doors. Slinging that monster of an automatic shotgun over his shoulder he rose and headed outside. His knuckle knives were sheathed in thestraps that secured his armored vest into place "Party time boys! Don't kill anyone you don't have to. "<br/><br/>Dom didn't like to use his gun often, but when he did hot damn did it make a bold, and profound statement. At close to medium ranges, most forms of cover...thick wood, and even thinner barriers of metal and concrete were about as protective as tissue paper. That thing put big, smoking, gaping holes in just about everything it hit, and could empty it's 32-Round Drum magazine in about two or three seconds if he held the trigger down. He used the gun more for intimidation than for actual killing. Blast a few head-sized holes into buildings, and the people taking cover in those buildings were often quick to surrender. Hell, the thunderous roar of every round was almost enough by itself to do that. Anywhere they were in the town, every time that AA-12 fired a Coyote would know Dom was raising hell.<br/><br/>He fully expected some of the townsfolk to die. The ones who fought back with guns. But the ones who surrendered quickly wouldn't have to worry about anything worse than a beating, theft...and yeah. Alot of rape. Dom himself tended to respect the ones who died fighting a bit more, but hey. Everybody has their own preferences. As the three other Coyotes filed off, Dom pointed to a few houses along the road. "You, help Ricky keep the town hall covered. You two go house by house. And don't fuck around until we've got the town completely under control! You wet your dicks before the fighting is over, and i'll cut 'em off and feed 'em to Twitch!"<br/><br/>"Y-y-you called?" Came Twitch's voice from atop the bus.<br/><br/>"Shaddap Twitch.  " he said without so much as a glance as he hefted his own gun into a firing position and jogged around toward the back of the Townhall to catch anybody trying to slip the noose before it completely closed around the town's proverbial neck. Twitch would make sure none of the slaves in Dom's bus tried to slip away in the chaos. He also served as a lookout.