06-06-2014, 06:06 PM
Hood dug through the dead man's pocket until he found the van keys, and stood to glance back at Jensen and Connor, where he immediately frowned. Connor's wound hadn't been immediately life threatening (having already been partly Healed by Ayden), but it had certainly been too serious for the man to be sitting up and talking already. He'd seen it before though; that brief sudden burst of vitality before punching out.
Jensen's choice of words seriously spiked Hood's anger for a moment. The man had made a decision. A bad one. And was now lamenting having done it? Why? Because things had gone south. "Fucking own up to it, Texan. Lessons learned. Go cry to a shrink if you can't handle it, otherwise get your boy-toy in the van and lets get the fuck out of here."
His tone was ice cold, and he threw the freshly acquired AK103 into the back of the still open van, then scooped up his Uzi PRO while leaving Jensen and Connor to sort themselves out. "What happened is you two fucked up my whole night. Luckily for you I'm a fucking saint sometimes. Now either bleed the fuck out so I can leave you here, or take a knee, drink some water, and get the fuck over there."
He gestured at the van by throwing the uzi into the back as well.
He had realized by now that Connor's wound was...from where he was standing at least, gone. The man looked haggard as all hell but alive and breathing steadily. Something wasn't kosher with the whole situation, but he hadn't the time to deal with it at the moment. He still couldn't hear any sirens, but that would be changing any time now. "I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you had a plan to help those kids, because we're getting the hell out of dodge."
The driver door was wrenched open and slammed shut behind him and keys were thrust into the ignition. If they were coming, he probably wasn't going to give them much time. "Now where the hell do you two want to go?"
Jensen's choice of words seriously spiked Hood's anger for a moment. The man had made a decision. A bad one. And was now lamenting having done it? Why? Because things had gone south. "Fucking own up to it, Texan. Lessons learned. Go cry to a shrink if you can't handle it, otherwise get your boy-toy in the van and lets get the fuck out of here."
His tone was ice cold, and he threw the freshly acquired AK103 into the back of the still open van, then scooped up his Uzi PRO while leaving Jensen and Connor to sort themselves out. "What happened is you two fucked up my whole night. Luckily for you I'm a fucking saint sometimes. Now either bleed the fuck out so I can leave you here, or take a knee, drink some water, and get the fuck over there."
He gestured at the van by throwing the uzi into the back as well.
He had realized by now that Connor's wound was...from where he was standing at least, gone. The man looked haggard as all hell but alive and breathing steadily. Something wasn't kosher with the whole situation, but he hadn't the time to deal with it at the moment. He still couldn't hear any sirens, but that would be changing any time now. "I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you had a plan to help those kids, because we're getting the hell out of dodge."
The driver door was wrenched open and slammed shut behind him and keys were thrust into the ignition. If they were coming, he probably wasn't going to give them much time. "Now where the hell do you two want to go?"