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Ryan was quiet, he couldn't believe the allies he had by his side right now. Were Ted, or Damon here they'd be making these losers pursuing them history, but with Michael and these degenerates they were trying to avoid them. He brushed his finger over his lip and felt the blood. "So, why are your friends after us?" Ryan asked Jo and Leroy, disdainfully.

Clint returned to his senses, he sat up and brushed his chin. His face ached as the impact of the punch certainly did the necessary damage. His vision was hazy and he struggled back to his feet slowly. "FIND THEM!" He barked to the other Townies.