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Raylan's expression seemed to question that, but getting the kid ungagged and untied was the priority. The kid was more than happy to be let go, quietly sobbing with a panic that finally got to have a release as Raylan got to the last leg anchor.

"DOWN HERE," he yelled up at his team, bringing the three of them down, all with their guns drawn. "It's okay," Raylan echoed Malcolm to the kid. "We're the good guys. We're gonna get you taken care of." As soon as Rachel was on the landing, Raylan was lifting his chin expectantly as she stepped over Quarles's body with a questioing look.

"Just couldn't wait, could you," she said, giving him a look before giving a sympathetic smile towards the boy. "Hey honey," she said, squatting down. "My name is US Marshal Rachel Brooks but you can call me Rachel.."

With the kid taken care of, Raylan stepped around them and over to Malcolm, tilting his head a little to see the cut before nodding and putting his hand on Malcolm's shoulder. "C'mon. Let's get upstairs and call Gil."

"Goddamnit Raylan," Art protested. "You weren't supposed to kill him." Raylan shrugged a little. "Whoops."