"No!" Leon yelled, ducking out from behind cover to fire on Eliza. He could see the crazed anger in Travis' eyes, not giving a damn about the bullets. "Come on!" he roared, raising his gun to fire, "Come on!" A bullet went into his arm, causing him to pause turning off to the side as he was hit again, this time in the chest. "Shit!" Leon knew there was no way to take Eliza alive, which quite frankly was fine with him. "Jill get Travis out of here!" In fact some dark part of him felt much the same as Travis was probably feeling right now as he took careful aim, that he wanted to tear the crazy woman apart with his bare hands.

****

Nancy decided to let Dave sweat for a while, so she went upstairs and made him wait by sneaking into Lucian's room to think. But it wasn't the situation with Jessie that was on her mind. The various posters of wrestling and video games surrounded her, as well as one special painting Lucian was given for his birthday. It struck her as odd her acceptance of who she allowed her son to look on as heroes, wondering that as careful as she was if they had a good influence on him. Better than maybe some people. There was no way she could allow Lucian to be influenced to act anything like how Jessie had. Sighing Nancy decided to hear Dave out and headed downstairs. "Alright," she told him, "you think there's something important, about Revan I take it?"

"Yes. She took a call that was meant to be for you when you were gone," he began to explain, going into detail about Tim wanted help with getting the police to give out names for a court order.

"Before you go on," Nancy said, raising a hand, "we should let this Tim know that a court order is a bad idea."

"Because they don't work?" Dave asked.

"Rarely outside of a domestic situation. With the name and address it could make matters that much worse, if not who the order is out on then others could go and do who knows what. Break into the address and smash up the place, come after their family, who knows what. We'll get that through to him." Nancy crossed her arms and leaned by the stairs. "Please continue. That is when Jessie took matters into her own hands?"

"No, she did some investigating on the matter first and aside from who handled an incident with Timothy LaRoache the best she managed was to rant and rave about victims of crime taking the law into their own hands."

"Cannot blame her for that," Nancy agreed, "as silly as that would have been. So then Jessie went and threatened this cop?"

"It was the best way she could think of to press the issue. The constable was being uncooperative, more so than simply being unable to give the information she was after. It seemed more like an unwillingness to have anything to do with the case."

"Jessie told you this? And you believed her?"

Dave thought about it. "Sure," he replied after a moment. "It seemed reasonable, the police thinking it's a waste of time."

"Well she's a terrible liar. That was when she got upset and pulled the gun, right?"

"Yes," Dave confirmed.

"Well that's still no excuse for what she did." Nancy went over to see if Philip was on his way.

"She did everything she could for Tim," Dave tried to explain, "she even went in with him to see if the people after him were about." She didn't answer, but gave no indication that she was ignoring him. "He was assaulted and came here. Ask Rei if you don't believe me."

"What I don't believe is that she had done this." Nancy pulled away and stepped back. "You know I was thinking about the influences Lucian gets, and wondered how much of our actions are a positive one on him."

"I think so, really." Dave paused, trying to come up with a good explanation. "I'm not..." he stopped as the door opened and Philip walked in. Nancy indicated for him to wait until Dave had finished. "I'm not defending her actions, but we are not to allowed things such as the law and what the police say is right get in the way of doing what we know is right. It's foolishness to allow injustice to happen." He waited for Nancy's reply to the somewhat childishly thought out comments, and Philip could sense that she did not take much stock in them when she clapped, slowly.

"Beautiful," she said, a twinge of sarcasm in her voice, "just beautiful."

"Nancy," Philip said, the scene suddenly getting to him, "I don't..."

"I haven't finished. We should not stand by and allow the people like who have attacked this Tim to run free. But we have to be very careful about it too."

"So..." Dave wondered. "I'll take what you said into consideration."

With a slight tilt of her head Nancy addressed Philip. "You were saying something I didn't quite catch. You were telling me you don't leave your keys in the car to give Jessie a chance to escape, isn't that right?"

"She's outside waiting for you," Philip said, ignoring the smart remarks. "She won't run, she figures she'll be kicked out." Nancy went to go and get her. "Before you deal with this I noticed something, if we could have a word."

"Standing up for yourself, are we?" Nancy mused. "That's good to see."

"I stand up for the team, that is if we're still going to be one."

Nancy could sense the anger in his tone and chose rather than respond in kind to praise him. "You're developing the right kind of attitude," she told him. "You too Dave. Go and bring Jessie in." As he went to do so she motioned Philip to follow her. "Quickly, before Dave gets back get it out of your system."