The Unknowns [GM/Open]

At first Austin paid no attention to the male that sat himself down next to the young biker. Knuckles was certainly not in the best of moods. He was angry, under a lot of stress. Austin didn't always deal with his stress in the most acceptable ways.

Turning his head, those Hazel iris' would stare upon the one who introduced himself. He would stare toward him silently for a moment, puffing on his cigarette before he would eventually speak.

"Who the hell are you?"

Those eyes of Austin lit on fire as soon as he saw the photograph. He knew immediately that this guy was the one responsible for setting those fires. He knew this man, at least had some part in it, which in Austin's eyes meant he was the one trying to hurt the only thing he called 'Family'.

As Talon spoke, Austin would have shifted to face the man, his right hand dropping down  a little. The cigarette held between his fingers, Austin's body would begin to tremble. Not out of fear, but utter rage. He couldn't believe this was happening right now. This guy had just waltzed right in here and spoke like it was no big deal.

Talon would get as far as 'You refuse and I'll burn-' before Austin couldn't hold himself back anymore. His right hand right hand shot up and out, looking to land a hook to the left side of Talon's face, using the cigarette to in turn try to burn him with his punch. Knuckles knew nothing about this man. Nor did he care. He was so wrapped up in his emotions that his body just reacted.

Austin wanted to kill this man.

F-fucking christ..

Austin had not been expecting that. His eyes had widened when his fist was caught, and he watched as Talon pulled out his pistol and shot his bartender. It was one of those moments where everything seemed to go silent and slow down, but there was nothing you could do but watch.

And then that gun pointed him directly in the face, the eye to be exact. For a moment he believed he was going to die, that he walked his line and it was his time to die and go to hell for everything he did, if it even existed. But even if fear, Austin was stubborn.

His anger was still apparent. On the outside it would seem as if he had only a minor flinch to the gunshot and the barrel in his face. His instincts were screaming at him to fight. After all, he didn't know of he would die or not.

"...Eat shit. I'm not giving you.. Any-fucking-thing.."

Austin couldn't submit to this man's demands. His pride wouldn't allow it. His very being could not be forced to bow to this man. No matter the cost. And every single one of his gang members would feel the same way. Austin had too mich invested in this to simply hand over everything he worked to gain and keep running smoothly since his father passed.

Austin was soon on his back, pain signals flaring up and down his leg. Austin's hands instinctively went for the wound on his leg. Eyes closing tightly as he seethed in agony. Austin had never been shot before. But it sucked as much as he had imagined. However when Talon began to speak again, Knuckles would open his eyes squinting toward the man.

Austin couldn't believe what this man said next. He had five days or everyone he knew would suffer, anyone he cared about. This guy even seemed to know of his friendship with Phoebe. His mind began to race even while experiencing the pain from the gunshot wound. The last thing he wanted was her involved. 

'911, Please state you're emergency.'

"Fff.. I-i've been shot.. I'm at a bar called 'The Wayfarer'.."

Austin would give the address and then angrily toss the phone from his position on the ground. Dropping his head to the floor, his eyes stayed glued upon the one who laughed and took his leave. Talon Crow was not a name he would forget anytime soon. It was the name of a man he would dedicate himself to destroy. By any means, no matter the cost.

The male was beginning to feel light headed. It seemed during the commotion, everyone else had left the bar. He was alone here, Apart from the body of Constantine laying upon the other side of the bar. Wincing through the pain, Austin would pull himself up into a sitting position and rest against the bar. Dropping his head, he would wait for the ambulance and no doubt the police. Austin would remain silent the whole time.

I'm going to murder him.. Riot.. any other mother fucker that stands in my way.. Threaten everything I AM? I'll fucking show him..

"..Yeah, I called."

Austin would not look at the man speaking to him as his wound was being treated by the EMT. This was the last thing the boy wanted to deal with at the moment. He was in no mood to answer questions. However it would probably only make things worse if he told the truth. Besides, he wasn't a rat. Talon Crow would be dealt with in time, by his hands.

"No. Some drunk, Irate mother fucker.. I think he owed Constantine here some money. I tried to reason with him. He shot me in the leg and then shot Constantine in the face."

Yup, making stuff up on the spot. Austin would lift his hand and rub at his temples as he tried to calm himself down. Words would come out once again, to help sell the lie.

"Guy was probably six feet even.. 160 pounds. Looked to be around.. 40 maybe? Short red hair and a beard to match.. All I got."

From there, he would remain silent, those hazel hues still glued to the floor. It seemed he knew who was responsible now.. But he had quite the decision to make. There was a lot weighing upon his actions at the moment. Austin had a lot of thinking to do.