Michael gave a loud whistle, and it brought Archangel to him in a hurry. He scribbled a note and he wrapped the handkerchief in the note.
"Find Robert," Michael said, knowing that Archangel would take the note and the handkerchief and would hopefully then send men with plaster kits. "It sounds like a cheap thug to me," Michael said. "And that sounds very much like Tyler. A cheap, two bit thug." At that moment a gunshot rang out, winging Michael in the upper arm. "Hit the deck," Michael shouted at Jack, jumping behind a huge oak tree. "Our cheap thug has a hot temper, I take it." Michael drew his pistol and peaked out from behind the tree but he saw nothing. A moment later, he heard the crackle of apparating that faded away the distance--someone was apparating out. "I'm guessing he's gone."
At the duplex, everyone had heard the gunshot from the northwest sector. Robert was now angry. He knew his men. They would use wands first. Someone was taking a shot at one of the team, and Robert was pissed. Angus had reacted instinctively, as he was used to reacting, trying to leap to his feet, but the only thing it caused him was to fall in a limp heap to the floor.
"Nice try," Andrew said gently, hurrying to him. Robert and Lee went over to him as well and got him up and into the recliner.
"Go," Angus told Robert and Lee."
"Not on your life," Robert said. "if we have an intruder, we all know who he's really gunning for."
"Then use me as bait and let's get this bastard," Angus said angrily.
"Not on the fly. If we decide on that plan, we're going to do it right," Robert replied.