Diablo was standing at the counter, facing away from the woman and peering at something when she spoke. He turned and raised an eyebrow, shaking his head a little. "Kill you? Why would I do that. I have no motive, no reason, and no want. Plus just letting you die, or killing you... that would be cruel. I don't kill unless absolutely necessary, and believe me when I say I had a reason to hurt whoever I hurt." Diablo said with a flat tone, turning back and finishing adjusting the gun on the counter so its sights were set for 25 yards.

Flare sighed trying to sit up only to fall back when a wave of pain crashed over her."uhgg" she gasped already drenched in sweat from the effort.

"Hey hey, don't move. t's a mighty bad wound you got there." Diablo walked over, grabbing a pillow from a nearby bed and putting it under her rest. "Just rest for now... whether you like it or not, you can't leave right now. I understand you have a son, and you need to get back to him, but you can't do that in this state. John, the owner of the restaurant, will make sure your son is safe with someone he knows." Diablo said quietly, his eyes full of concern

Jessica slamed her fist down on the counter. "That guy is going to get on my nerves" she said through clenched teeth. She turned to the bar tender. "tell me everything you know about that guy and do it fast before i lose my patince" She glared her dark blue eyes connecting with the bar tender's

Flare looked at Diablo her eyes, usally a toxic green, were filled with pain. She shifted her posistion slightly only to groan. Every movement hurt. Her breath came in ragged gasps. She wondered if Diablo would notice, and if he did what he would do. She felt like she was drowning, she told herself not to panic, but the lack of oxygen really wasn't helping her on that one.

(POV of the bartender): John slowly looked over to the girl. He was a big guy with a slight pot belly and a big red beard. He raised his fiery red eyebrows and snorted. "His name is Ryker. He comes here every day to drink a beer. Never gets drunk. How am I supposed to know anything else, I'M A BARTENDER." He answered and continued cleaning the glass he had been rubbing with a washcloth.

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Diablo looked concerned as he took a step closer. Bah, there must be some med that would help her. He turned away with his eyebrows furrowed and rummaged through the med kit. Not helpful, lame, useless, and aha! He pulled out a bottle of heavy pain killers. Diablo crushed them with a pill crusher and poured them into a glass of water. He stirred it up then reached in his cupboards, pulling out a dry plant. Diablo crushed that as well, putting it in the drink. "If you can drink, here. There are some heavy pain meds in there which should help a lot.. I used them when I was in the army whenever I got shot so I could stagger my way back without unbearable pain. The plant is something called poppyseed that will numb the pain even more, and it may make you fall asleep. It will help."

Jessica glared "you are useless! You have to know more. Do you really think I'm an idiot." Jessica slamed down on the counter again. her temper was flaring agian. This was going to get ugly. Just like every other time she got outsmarted by a CRMINAL.

Flare forced herself to swallow the water. Then she dropped of to sleep, but not before asking Diablo "why are you helping me?"

(POV of the bartender): "Useless, eh? I'm a bartender, what do you expect me to know. He likes his beer out of the can. He likes one brand better than another. He likes it room temp instead of cold. He comes here every day around the same time. He wears clothing when he comes. Do you really think I know anything else? Ma'am, please do not waste my time, I have a bar to run. On that note... I've known Ryker for a good amount of time. He is a kind-hearted man. He was raised correctly, much better than me anyway. He's the kind of guy Blake Shelton writes songs about asking where they went... the Good Ole Boys. The gentlemen. The ones that open a door for people, say kind things, smile more than they frown. I've never heard him curse. Never heard him say a bad word about anyone. I've watched him help people, in here and on the streets. When I'm shorthanded he volunteers. I've watched him give money to the poor. He donates weekly to a shelter for homeless people. Ryler isn't rich in any means... at least from what I've seen. He buys what he needs to eat, and gives the rest away to the needy. You dig at this case all you want, but it will never change my opinion of him... murderer or not. He is a good man." John put the clean cup away, turned, and strode through the kitchen doors.

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Diablo looked at the woman with a small sigh. "You are a human in need of help. I have no reason not to help you. I would never let anyone just... die. For no reason at all. Now just rest... you need it." He answered in a quiet tone, turning away to finish sharpening knives, polishing guns, and doing other various things in preparation of moving out

Jessica stormed out. She had to go to Matt. She had to see what she could find. Heading to the nearby FBI offices she stormed up to his office.
"Matt can you analize this for me?" jessica demanded shoving the image of Diablo at him.

"sure thing harper" Matt responded after 15 minutes he handed jessica a file on Ryker Ripp.

"thanks Matt" she said storming out