"Now hold up. I did not just throw this dude because I felt like it." Though Jack kind of had, "What ever he says goes. So back off, or I'll carry out his threat."

The man standing in the open door of the car wanted to take control of this situation, "I see three of us and two of you, so that would make the dog ours. Larissa, Kyle, if you would please get our dog and get in the car, we'll leave this couple to whatever it was they were doing in the park before we arrived."

Jack cracks his knuckles and shrugs his coat and beanie off, "Hold onto that dog, Dan" He bends down and takes off the flip-flop Dan had just put back on.

Larissa and Kyle moved towards them. The man re-entered the car. The 'kids' seem a little intimidated, but not entirely, they both had a good four to six inches on the boys. While Jack is focusing on the teens, Dan sees the man begin to rummage in the glove box, "Come on Jack, they're just kids." The man steps out again with a leash and a small handgun, "Oh come on! It's a dog! I'm sure you don't need the money that badly! What are you up to? Illegal dog races? Trying to earn some fast cash? Lorelei's been retired for over a year. It wasn't even a good plan to start with!"

Doubt is cast into all three pairs of eyes. This small man had seemed to figure out their plans.

While they're contemplating that, Jack strikes first, quick across the face, hitting the young boy with the floppy shoe, "Did you just hit me in the face with a..." The boy doesn't get to finish as a fist is buried in his gut knocking the wind out of him.

The girl is quicker to action. She lands a solid hit on Jack's face. His resilient body barely moves, just slowly stares her down. She is immediately regretting it, so stunned she doesn't notice her fist is still attached to his cheek, "My own girls hit harder than you... and they're thirteen." He didn't mention that they were vampires, but still, that was pathetic.

Jack then, still with the shoe, backhands her on her ass. He turns his attention back to the older man, "So what was that about…" 'BANG'

The crack of the gun put looks of victory on the three's faces...until, "OUI! That was uncalled for." Jack says, looking at the bullet hole in his undead chest.

Dan is shaking his head, the dog is squirming violently after the action and gunshot, "Why does it always end with guns? Can't we all just get along? Let's all just sit down and pet the dog."

"Dan, they just shot me...No." Larissa and Kyle are stunned on the pavement. The man isn't sure whether to shoot again or not. "Now I'm pissed. Get your asses over here punks, Jack's opening a whole world of whoop ass!"

They bolt to the car, and the man empties the gun into Jack to help them escape. The car screeches away in haste.

"I think you might have spooked them..." He has a tight grip on the panicking greyhound whimpering and yipping in his arms.