The fact that nobody came running out of the town hall meant Lilly and/or Rick had gotten the situation back under control. He turned his attention back to the bus, but everything seemed peaceful now on that front. With that he walked toward the back of the building, his eyes sweeping the area. Then something caught his interest. He'd missed it on ground level, but from up here he could see what looked like the tail end of a motorcycle somebody had hastily tried to bury under a tire pile. He brought up the radio, continuing to scan the area as he spoke "Big Tim. Got what looks like a salvagable bike buried under the tires behind the Hall. No sign of who tried to hide it. Yet. Rick, assuming that pop I heard wasn't your brains gettin' sprayed across the wall ask the locals in there who that thing belongs to."<br/><br/>He spoke low so his voice wouldn't carry down. He did not think the Bike belonged to anyone in there. None of them really looked like the motorcycle type to him. But before he ordered a sweep of the alleyway he wanted to be sure. His eyes keyed in on a few places where an adult could reasonably hide. The trash pile stuck out a bit in that regard. Then he saw it. Boot prints in the dirt. Once he focused his eyes he traced them from the pile of trash to the pile of tires. He smirked a bit, then knelt to make himself a harder target and stabilize his aim.<br/><br/>"Think I got me a game of hide and seek in the trash pile out back gang." he said into the radio, before focusing his aim on the trash pile to cover whoever came to flush out it's occupant.