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Frank hurries down the stairs, crouched. He's got his shirt back on and isn't zip-tied to a stretcher anymore.

Elliot whispers harshly, "What the f%+@ are you doing?"

Frank nearly trips on the last step in his scramble to crouch behind the wall next to you all and whispers back. "Give me a gun, come on. You've got that f*$%in' machinegun give me your pistol and let me help."

Mark frowns.

"Oh come on..." Frank complains when you easily overtake him and block his path. There's a moment he seems to consider hitting you with the stretcher and making another break for it, but gives up.

He doesn't say anything more, just dejectedly goes back inside with you. When you go inside, Mark is jogging down from upstairs, and looks at Frank annoyed. "I take my eye off him for two seconds--what happened?"

Frank weakly plops down onto a sofa-chair. He's got the stretcher across his lap, still zip tied to his wrist. "So who the hell are you people if you didn't try to kill me? You don't look like you're from the Outfit. And who shot me?"

"Yeah, YOU shot me you crazy b!%%@!" he stumbles a bit as he turns and keeps 'escaping'. You can see his bandages are soaked with fresh blood.

You could probably catch him before he got to the main road at an even pace, or you could try to push yourself to overtake him quicker with an Athletics check. Let me know what you're doing, and what you do when you catch up to him if you're chasing him down.

He didn't get very far in the time it took you to climb down and intercept him, only about halfway down the dirt driveway. He nearly jumps out of his skin when you speak up, holding the stretcher up defensively.

"W-what!? Who are you people? Let me go!" and tries to limp along faster.

Limps across the driveway, shirtless, carrying the stretcher he's zip-tied to. Keeps looking over his shoulder nervously.

Seems to be making a break for it, though not quickly in his injured state.

Staley is a younger man in his 20's with black curly hair and fancy clothes and a self-satisfied expression that changes to confusion when the dark green SUV pulls up and two of its doors open.

"Who the f@@+ are you?" He starts to say.