"Questioning," The officer responded. "You've been seen connected to several Falconettie incidents."

Skyla looked at her phone. "Soon. maybe." She replied.

(Just be ready for consequences)

(Meh, Jason already got his moment of glory. I'll see what you guys have in mind)

Andy grew quiet at that asking "Can I come in later? I need to drop off my girlfriend at the airport"

A couple of seconds after the text was sent, bullets started flying as Sekhmet simply leaned out her window and started firing off a spray of bullets. Mafdet was only taking precise shots, in contrast. A couple of shots also came from the forest, though they were hardly noticeable because there was little sound to them.

Andy punched it driving as fast as he could trying to get to the airport as fast as he could.

Sekhmet and Mafdet finished shooting and drove off as well. "Airport isnt gonna work out now, we didnt get them all" Sekhmet texted Skyla again.

Andy sighed "Damn it, we need someone out of their damn mind right now"

The sound of a motorcycle flying at top speed suddenly came next to him, Jason road next to his brother and stated "Sorry I'm later, I had to ask a friend for a favor and pick up something."

Andy stated "What?"

Jason suddenly threw live hand grenades at the car Carpinello's cronies. "That" as they went boom. "You're not the only one with connections"

Andy sighed "Thanks and all but we still need to get the fuck out of Facina."

"Follow me, I got a place, it's past Shady Oaks." Jason stated motioning them to follow him. "Don't worry about the checkpoints there, I have a plan for them, just follow me!"

"You better be fucking right about this Jason" was Andy's response as he followed him.

Skyla rubbed her forehead. “Andy it’s best if we split up,” she said.

Tyler had finally quelled the crowd, nearly out of coffee at this point. “That was ridiculous,” he mumbled.

“It’s my dad’s doing, to keep me distracted from something,” Tyler muttered, looking around.

Skyla peered back at their companions.

As the feds left the cafe with coffee in their hands, ready to start their day, a sniper rifle followed the movements of one. A dead fed or two a day, worth it.