Blaine caught up to her, looking up at the buzzing fluorescent lights. One way led to a dead end, a window facing the side of an adjacent building. The other led to what appeared to be the offices of judges and council members of the town.
"This way." Blaine said, gesturing to his right. The sounds of an argument could be heard down the hallway, ending with a gun shot and thud. The bear sped his pace up, reaching what was labeled as the mayor's office. A militiamen, far better dressed than other grunts, laid half dead on the floor, clutching his chest in pain.
Farrow stood nearby, by the main bay windows. Smoke rolled from his nostrils as the tall and stocky bear took a drag from a cigar. "Company! Good, Joe, now you won't die alone.." Farrow remarked, as he rolled his sleeves up.
Blaine tossed his bag and rifle down, tearing the strap holding his bat apart. "So you two are the others. Too bad you didn't bring the other two. Would've made stringing that mutt of yours up easier." Farrow stated, looking to Holly as Blaine stood angrily by.
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Tyler pulled the vest on, now easily able to work the straps. He checked over the pouches for ammunition but came up short. "Okay, I'd assume we're finally alone again." He said, counting the bodies before looking around the now almost destroyed home.
"Well, so much for home sweet home. Damn pricks." He growled, fixing the overturned couch. Sitting down, the dog sighed and leaned over to put his face in his hands.