Two (11 left, 2 vehicles)
For what felt like hours, but were really only mere minutes, Bishop weighed the pros and cons of getting on his bike and heading out into Austin in search of Teagan. He had been the one to run her off, send her outside their walls to clear her head. For a man who was good with words, he had really fucked up with her. Truth was truth, though. They weren’t a thing that could happen. There were too many complications, too many reasons it was a bad idea.
Still, he could have been gentler in his honesty.
All this was swirling around his mind and the roar of his bike’s engine didn’t even drown it out as he traveled further away from the Dog Park and hopefully closer to where Teagan could be found.
The city was a big place though, so he wasn’t holding his breath on that one.
The sound of an explosion caught his attention. Filtering in over the noise in his own mind and the growl of his engine. Some could say he had a homing beacon when it came to things that went ‘boom’, that being the only reason it broke through to capture his attention at all. Taking a sharp right turn towards the noise, Bishop had a gut feeling that if he were to bet money, this is where he would find their Treasurer.
He simply hoped he would find her in once piece.
Bringing the bike to a stop a block out from where the explosion had presumably happened, Bishop could hear the sounds of what could only be classified as a gunfight going down, vehicles roaring and guns firing. In one smooth motion he pulled into an alleyway, brought the bike to a stop and kicked the kickstand down. There was only a moment’s pause before he dismounting the bike. One hand found the rifle strapped to his back, reassuring himself it was there, while the other pulled the Colt .45 out from underneath his cut.
Gun in hand, Bishop crept through the alleyway and with each step he moved closer and closer to the cacophony of noise. He knew at the other end he would come face to face with whatever chaos had entered the streets of Austin. Yet he continued to move forward, reasoning he would just observe and only act if he had to.
This wasn’t his fight after all. He was here to find Teagan, not fight a war.
The sight that met him when he reached the end of the alleyway and sunk down into a crouch was one straight out of a movie. Vehicles circling one lone van, and what looked to be a man and a dog making their escape.
Was this real life?
Holstering the Colt, Bishop pulled the strap on his rifle up and over his head. Peering down the scope to get a better look at who these fuckers were and why they were raising hell. There wasn’t even an ounce of surprise in his expression when he caught sight of Dugger McKinley’s second in command riding shotgun in one of the circling vehicles. Of course it would be his crew.
Any thoughts of not joining in this fight were gone once Bishop caught sight of Dugger’s men. With his finger on the trigger, the Hellhounds Chaplain took aim, centering the driver in his cross hairs before squeezing the trigger and watching as the man slumped over the steering wheel and the vehicle swerved to the left, colliding with the corner of a nearby building, the impact causing the truck to erupt in flames. The fireball it created was a sight to behold and the screeching of breaks only told him that like it or not, these men knew where he was and he was in this fight now.