Another of the gunmen walked over and shoved his gun against Owen's temple. "Shut. Up." He narrowed his eyes, emphasizing each word with a shove of his gun. "Understood?"
"We understand," Kyoko said, pain and disorientation laced within her voice. Tyler frowned at his sister, worried. He could see blood in the dark tresses of her hair and knew she took a vicious blow. Despite having the healing abilities she did, that they both did, from their father, it was still going to take time to heal.
"Good, then you will easily shut up," the apparent leader of the gunmen said. "As long as you keep quiet, you won't have to die from a bullet. Just from the explosion." He cackled.