Most of the townsfolk had been caught with their proverbial pants down when the siren had gone off. Very few were really prepared for the possibility of a raider attack, those who were quicker to react managed to make it to the town meeting hall, while most others simply found themselves in their houses when The Coyotes pulled into town.<br/><br/>There were about twelve people in all who managed to make it to the town hall and they were all able to clearly see as the raider on a motorcycle took down Mr. Lauder with a burst of automatic fire. The further bursts directed into the meeting hall forced everyone to either hit the dirt or duck behind cover. As the sporadic fire continued those few with the will to act made their way to the building's gun closet and grabbed what few weapons the town had.<br/><br/>A revolver.<br/>A hunting rifle.<br/>Three police issue 9mm pistols<br/>And an old spear gun were all that they had.<br/><br/>The weapons were passed out to those who would take them and then the Paul, the 41 year old organizer of the town watch and only person with any real combat experience, laid down their plan. "Alright" he said, just loud enough for those around him to hear "They taught us about stuff like this when I was in the Army. What we wanna do is hold out here. We focus on covering the doorway and the window and don't try to push out from here. We take potshots from behind cover and stay ready to defend this spot! If we're lucky they might just leave us be and focus on the other houses...if not well then we give um a hell of a fight! And maybe we make it through this!"<br/><br/>With that the would be defenders of the town took up positions within the town hall and prayed that they'd just be left alone.<br/><br/>As all this happened, Richie was still on top of the building and still working the siren. Gripped by a mad fear of what was to come he hadn't yet been able to process the idea that it was probably smart to duck out of sight.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A few rounds pinged off Tim's car as he pulled into the town. Even over the roar of the gang's engines and the snapping crack of gunfire Tim could hear the town's air raid siren shouting out its low whine over and over. Even in the short amount of time he'd been exposed to it, the sound was getting on Tim's nerves. He quickly flicked the radio on and spoke "Dom, good work pinning the townsfolk in the meeting hall but I don't want these fuckers turning it into their own personal bunker. Grab some men and storm the building. Everyone else pick a house and start searching. Let's move!" As soon as he finished speaking Tim jumped out of his now parked car.<br/><br/>Once he was on the ground the first thing he did was pull the butt of his rifle up to his shoulder, take careful aim and let loose a single shot.<br/><br/><hr/>On top of the roof of the town hall the front of Richie's shirt suddenly blossomed red with blood as a hole in his chest began to spill his life out of his body. A few seconds later the warbling cry of the siren suddenly stopped after the device itself took a round to it's housing.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>That's better</em>Tim thought to himself as he turned and made his way towards one of the town's houses. He trusted Dom to be able to handle a small town hall with a few defenders without needing direct supervision. And as such he swiftly kicked in the door to the house he'd picked and stepped inside.