Searching

[Justin Baize]

Justin went to the area that Ethan had described to him. Surely enough, there were suitcases everywhere. He didn't look around, which was his first mistake. He immediately started to dig through the suitcases. He found some cigarettes and placed them down. Justin had come across something that looked important and picked it up. He looked over it but turned around quickly when he heard footsteps.

[Sawyer]

Sawyer had returned to grab a pack of cigarettes, when he some some guy he didn't know going through his stuff. "Hey." he called in a loud voice. "What are you doin'?"

[Justin Baize]

Justin's guns were secure in his pockets. He quickly took them both out and pointed them at Sawyer. He cocked the guns. His fingers were getting closer and closer to shooting. He was silent and just glared at Sawyer. He shifted uneasily and kept his glare locked. "Just give me all the most important stuff you got." Justin finally said. His eyes traveled over Sawyer's shoulder and he saw Logan and Ethan talking to others, his eyes traveled back to Sawyer.

[Sawyer]

Sawyer couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear when Justin pointed two guns at him. But the last thing he was gonna do was show it. "Important stuff? What like toiletries and women's clothing? What the hell do you think people take on planes? Justin didn't move. "You might wanna put the guns down, tex, if you want me to give you anything?"

[Justin Baize]

"Important stuff. Like food, weapons, flashlights, medicines, maybe even some handcuffs if there was a police on the plane.” Justin said. He kept the guns pointed at Sawyer. "I'll shoot you. I'm not afraid to." he said as he fired a warning shot right at Sawyer's feet. "Next time, I'll hit you. Now give me what I came for, and we all go away happy." Justin thought for a moment. "And the flight manifest." he said. He didn't want anyone figuring out who was who and who was on the plane or not, for the other hunters' sakes.

[Sawyer]

Sawyer laughed. "What, you think you're gonna scare me into givin' up what's mine? Boy, it's gonna take more than that. Now, I've never one for long talks, but why don't we talk about this like gentlemen? You know, I scratch your back and..well you know the drill."
This is never gonna work.
"Alright then, shoot me. Its the only way you're getting shit from me." He turned around and began to walk back to his seat and his cigarettes.

[Locke]

Locke was slightly panting, running after the sound of a gun being shot. He didn't know why, but he felt like there was no other way, he had to follow that sound. He was just heading into the forest when he heard voices in the distance.
Straining his ears, and immediately trying to alter his panting, Locke tried to listen-in to the muffled voices, but he was too far away.
Locke stealthilly moved into the forest, unsheathing his knife as he did so. He was careful not to step on a single twig as he went futher in, using those skills he had used often when hunting for the island's food.

Suddenly, the voices started again, and Locke could understand one he immediately recognized as Sawyer's southern accent "Alright then, shoot me. Its the only way you're getting shit from me."

Locke could see his target, off in the distance, he was a man about 30 years old, caucasian.... and holding two guns pointed right at Sawyer!
"what is Sawyer doing?!" Locke silently screamed. "He's gonna get himself killed for a bit of stuff he stole!?"
"more importantly" he thought, "where did that man get guns!?"
Locke didn't even recognize the man, which seemed very odd to him, because he made it a personnal task to observe the fellow castaways, incase he needed them one day. "You never know how the chips fall." he used to say.
Locke flipped his knife over, so he was holding the blade. Even from here, 30 feet or so away, out of sight of the attacker, he was sure he could hit his target.
"If the island wants it." Locke thought to himself as he raised the knife above his shoulder, ready to let fly.
Then, suddenly, a reasuring thought went off in his head "Sawyer's up to something... he wouldn't do this if he didn't have a plan" Locke thought to himself, "A good leader knows when to be patient."
He stared at the back of the young man with the guns, about 30 feet away from him.
"But he also doesn't let his troops get killed." Raising his arm back, read to let fly at the slightest movement of the attacker.

[Sawyer]

(moved from "Ready for the Hunt")
Sawyer saw that Justin had not put the guns down. "Okay, I got no weapons, which actually, it looks like you're, you know, covered with that. Food, there is none. Medical supplies have been confiscated, pretty much, unless you want some Tum's or children's cough syrup. And really, I don't know where the handcuffs went. There ya go. Still gonna shoot me?" Justin still didn't speak or move. Sawyer raised his eyebrows. "Guess so." he muttered.

[Justin Baize]

Justin scowled at Sawyer, the guns still raised. "What about knives, anything that could probably be used as a weapon is fine. And two guns aren’t really much. What about the flight manifest." Justin said. He was starting to lower his guns a little, but he wasn't going to go off-guard yet. His PPK was completely at his side, the opening pointed behind him. The safety was off, and he accidentally fired the gun behind him. He looked behind himself and then at the gun. Whoops. He thought to himself. He looked back over to Sawyer.

[Sawyer]

"Look, I haven't gone through any of this yet. So why don't you do that instead of my trying to decide whats important? And I don't even know what the flight manifest looks like." Sawyer cringed at the rasing anxiety in his voice. "I swear I won't try to pull anything."

[Justin Baize]

"Then look through the stuff and find it." Justin said through barred teeth. He looked back over Sawyer's shoulder and saw Ethan talking to Logan and pointing to a random area. He was running out of time. He saw Logan look over to Justin in the corner of his eye and mouthed 'hurry up.' "Stop wasting time. Hurry up." he said to Sawyer.

[Locke]

Locke had jumped back behind the tree when the PPK went off at Justin's side. A bullet whizzed by, taking a bite out of the tree Locke was hiding behind. He peeked back out, ready to take a shot at the man if he was aiming at him.
Seeing that it had only been a missfire, Locke went back in position. "What does he need with the flight manifest?" He thought.
Locke noticed movement far in the distance. He could just make out Ethan and another man. "Oh good." Locke thought, "Ethan brought some backup here, in case this get's ugly."
Though it appeared to Locke as if Ethan wasn't doing a thing to try and stop the situation.
"he's probably just bidding his time, waiting to see how Sawyer handles it..." Locke thought, "No sense charging a man with two guns at his disposal.

[Sawyer]

Sawyer sighed and began digging through suitcases, pulling out the occasional bottle of alcohol or box of matches. People didn't bring knives and supplies on planes. They brought clothes and shoes and jewelry. He found what appeared to be a policeman's suitcase. In it, he found a nightstick, taser, pepper spray. Some various keys, and of course, a gun. Do I keep it? Sawyer tried to slide it in his pocket with out Justin seeing. At last, he found what seemed to be the manifest. He slid it on the sand towards Justin. "There. That's all I got." He looked behind Justin, seeing Locke behind a tree, ready with a knife.

[Justin Baize]

Justin looked at the box of matches and took those, putting it in his back pocket. Justin glared at Sawyer as he found the police's suitcase. Justin looked at the manifest as it slid to him. "That's all you got? Bullshit. What about that gun." Justin said, referring to the one Sawyer slipped in his pocket. He moved the manifest with his foot and kept his foot on it.

[Sawyer]

"Damn." he whispered. He thought for a minute about pointing the gun at Justin. He realized that Justin could just as easily shoot him, anyway. He threw the gun in the sand. "What the hell do you need this for, anyway?" he asked, his voice hard and vicious.