MARCIE KEPT THE GUN AIMED AT THE KID AS THEY ENTERED THE OFFICE BUILDING AND T-DOG DRAGGED HIM TO A CHAIR.

Once everyone was in there, she put the gun away. Rick checked on her wounded cheek, "You okay?"

She shrugged, "It's nothing. Glenn might be going through worse right now."

"Hey." Rick squeezed her shoulder, "That wasn't your fault."

"Shoulda fought harder." Marcie mumbled,

"We'll get him back." Rick told her before turning towards the kid, stepping in before he has to face the wrath of a Dixon, "Those men you were with, we need to know where they went."

"I ain't telling you nothing." The kid stated,

"Jesus, man. What the hell happened back there?" T-Dog asked, looking up at Daryl,

"I told ya, this little turd and his douche bag friends came outta nowhere and jumped us." Daryl paced behind the other men,

"You're the one who jumped me, puto, you and your little bitch, screaming about trying to find his brother like it's my damn fault." The boy scoffed,

"And this bitch has a gun so I would advise for you to stop with the bullshit." Marcie growled taking a step towards him but Vivian put a hand on her arm to pull her back,

"Do you even know how to use that?" Vivian asked quietly,

"No, but he doesn't know that." She mumbled,

"They took Glenn." Daryl reasoned, "Coulda taken Merle, too."

"Merle?" The kid chuckled, "What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Merle."

Daryl went to kick the kid, but Rick held him back, "Damn it, Daryl. Back off."

Vivian shook her head. At that age, she thought she was invincible, too. But in this day and age, people are just as dangerous as the living. There's no law to keep people from murdering you where you stand. And with a pissed off Dixon in his presence, he might just be as good as dead if he doesn't answer any questions.

Daryl moved to dig through Glenn's bag, "Wanna to see what happened to the last guy tha' pissed me off?" He took out the hand wrapped in the blue bandana.

Marcie shook her head, watching as he unwrapped the hand and threw it at the kid. It landed in his lap and once he figured out what it was, he knocked it to the ground and stood, backing away in fear.

Daryl grabbed him by the shirt, "Start with the feet this time."

Rick pulled Daryl away and Vivian walked over to the boy, "The men you were with... they took our friend. All we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out. A trade of some sorts. Alright?"

The kid nodded. He probably didn't want to help them, but was more afraid of loosing his feet to a rabid redneck. And that's how they ended up outside of an abandoned looking warehouse.

The plan was to send T-Dog to a higher elevation with a sniper rifle, ready to take anyone out incase things went south while the others met with the group, guns in hand.

And yes, Marcie still didn't know how to shoot a gun properly. But she wouldn't have to pull the trigger if they trade the kid for Glenn.

Daryl glanced over at the shotgun in her hands, and he cleared his throat, "Make sure the butt is against yer shoulder. Otherwise the recoil is gonna be a bitch."

Marcie nodded, adjusting the grip so the recoil pad was digging into her shoulder, "Thanks." He gave her a nod in acknowledgement.

"You sure you're up for this?" Rick asked T-Dog.

The man nodded before grabbing the rifle and heading off.

Daryl glared down at the kid, "One wrong move, you get an arrow in the ass. Just so you know."

The kid glanced up at him, "G's gonna take that arrow out of my ass and shove it up yours. Just so you know." He retorted,

Vivian gripped a shotgun in her hands, "G?" She asked,

"Guillermo." He clarified, "He's the man here."

"Okay then." Rick glanced at Daryl, Vivian, and Marcie, before cocking his shotgun, "Let's go see Guillermo."

The five of them ducked through the broken fence and Rick pushed the kid so he was first. The group walked through archways before they got to a set of doors that opened up upon their arrival,

A hispanic man walked out, eyeing up the kid, "You okay, little man?"

"They're gonna cut off my feet, G." The boy responded,

Guillermo looked over at Rick, "Cops do that?"

"Not him. This redneck puto here." The kid motioned to Daryl, "He cut off some dude's hand, man. He showed it to me."

"Shut up." Daryl scoffed,

The bald man from the alley came out, pointing a small gun at the redneck, "Hey, that's that vato right there, homes. He shot me in the ass with an arrow. What's up, homes, huh?"

Guillermo pushed his arm away, "Chill, ese, chill. Chill." He turned back to the group "This true? He wants Miguelito's feet? That's pretty sick, man."

Vivian stepped forward, "We were hoping more for a calm discussion."

The leader raised an eyebrow, "That hillbilly jumps Felipe's little cousin, beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet, Felipe gets an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion?" He smirked at her, "You fascinate me, señorita."

Rick brought the attention away from her, "Heat of the moment. Mistakes were made on both sides."

"Who's that dude to you anyway?" Guillermo asked, nodding towards Daryl, "None of you look related."

"He's one of our group, more or less. I'm sure you have a few like him." Rick answered,

"You got my brother in there?" Daryl spoke up,

"Sorry, we're fresh out of white boys. But I've got Asian. You interested?" Their leader smirked and Vivian glared at them.

"I have one of yours, you have one of mine. Sounds like an even trade." Rick reasoned,

"Don't sound even to me." Guillermo responded and Marcie cocked her head to the side in confusion,

"G. Come on, man." Miguel begged,

"My people got attacked. Where's the compensation for their pain and suffering?" Guillermo asked,

Marcie's face turned hot in anger. They were the ones to attack them in the alley, she and Daryl responded in self-defence, "Seriously? Their pain and suffering? They are the ones who jumped us in the alley. They're just too scared to admit that they got their asses kicked by a girl. Your home boys got what was coming to them."

The bald man and the man with a now broken nose narrowed their eyes at her and Daryl moved to stand in front of her in case they decided to attack.

Guillermo rolled his eyes, "Calm down, chica." He turned back to Rick, "More to the point, where's my bag of guns?"

Rick raised his eyebrows, "Guns?"

"The bag Miguel saw in the street. The bag Felipe and Jorge were going back to get. That bag of guns."

"You're mistaken." Vivian stated,

He shook his head, "I don't think so."

"About it being yours." Rick continued, "It's my bag of guns."

"The bag was in the street. Anybody could come around and say it was theirs. I'm supposed to take your word?" Guillermo questioned, "What's to stop my people from unloading on you right here and now and I take what's mine?" His men took out their weapons, some guns, some knives and various things that could really hurt.

Daryl, Marcie, and Vivian raised their guns even higher, "That would be a big fucking mistake." Vivian spat,

Rick motioned for her to calm down, "You could do that. Or not." He nodded towards the wall to his left and they all looked over to see T-Dog on top with a sniper rifle,

Guillermo nodded, "Oye!" He called out,

The Atlanta group all looked up to see two large men gripping a smaller man that was struggling in their arms, a bag on his head. One man ripped the bag off to reveal Glenn with duct tape over his mouth. Vivian tensed, her mouth set into a straight line.

All she could think was 'please don't push him, please don't push him'.

"I see two options. You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood." Guillermo stated, giving them one last look before winking at Vivian and going back into their hideout.