JACK
Ah, the consequences of one's own actions. Jack had to hide his smirk at hearing Sunjata's less than optimistic opinion about being stabbed in the guts (because it did suck, he was completely right about that), instead following the men inside to take stock of the piss hole Billie used as a business. "I've been wantin' to handle him for a few years, if handlin' him counts as hittin' him so hard he falls in the sea," he said mildly, kicking about a few bits of debris.
But they were here for a cause after all, and Jack soon joined in with filling crates with bottles, files, and other evidence of the 'business' that ran here. "Reckon this is just his private stash," he muttered as he took the crate out.
But they were here for a cause after all, and Jack soon joined in with filling crates with bottles, files, and other evidence of the 'business' that ran here. "Reckon this is just his private stash," he muttered as he took the crate out.
