32nd Piece (Part One)

This is part one, out of three, for the answer to a prompt. My answer was way to long for one post so I have split it into three parts. This is the shortest of all the part's to my response. The prompt was

Write a story in which only five minutes pass between the beginning of the story and the end. Experiment with the ways in which you can draw out these five minutes, through interior monologue, flashbacks, switching between different points of view, and other storytelling techniques.

I don't know what the town name should be called so I left it in there as ---town's name--- if you have any ideas for the name please let me know in the comments. Thanks!

     It’s late in the afternoon, the sun just about to retreat from her claim in the sky. However, everyone in ---town’s name--- is far from sleeping. The Square is still basking in the sun with its crumbling walls and stands, and weeds growing out of every crack. The men in the Square are at a standoff with each other, an entire mob against one. Leo, a boy around sixteen, leads the pack. This time I’ll get it right. Leo tells himself, shutting his eyes tightly; I won’t make the wrong choice again.  His hands shake, and his fingers grip tightly to the cold and sweaty gun. His olive green eyes open wide, hard with determination. The girl, his target, stares back with equal hatred. “Leo, stop!” A voice calls. Leo’s finger hovers over the trigger, his muscles tensing. “Get out of here, Dakota!” He yells back, eyes never leaving his target. Dakota, Leo's younger sister, has long sandy blonde hair flowing at her hips, and chocolaty brown eyes that now fill with tears. She clings onto the black railing as if her life depends on it. “No.” She says firmly. “What?” Leo asks, his eyes momentarily glancing at her. She isn’t one to step out of line. “I’m not leaving. Not this time.” She replies, her voice barely over a whisper. A couple months ago she came back from running away. After their father died she couldn't handle the fact that he was no longer with her. Leo tunes her out with no further interest, knowing that she won’t be able to stay here when the shooting begins. “You don’t have to do this Leo. Remember Dad,” Dakota says looking at him ferociously. Leo lets out a sigh, unable to stop the memories from flooding back. 

End of Part One