[center][h1][color=red]Shade[/color][/h1][/center][hr]

A faint rustling sound came from the tree behind Jackson, and a dark shape dropped down onto his back. Before anyone could breath, the Sneasel unsheathed one of its claws and pressed it up against the former Regime soldier’s throat, perfectly placed to slice a line straight across. It would take much less than a minute for him to bleed out, though he would be dead well before then from his lungs filling with his own blood.

For several heartbeats, silence fell over the group, then a feminine voice called out from the trees. [color=red]”What are you waiting for, Razor? Kill him.”[/color]

The Sneasel’s eyes flicked between its captive and the group standing before them several times, and it made a sound that was somewhere between a hiss and squeak.

[color=red]”What do you mean, “no”?”[/color] Shade stepped out of the trees, scowling harshly. She was pissed that the scientist girl had survived, and not in any mood to be merciful. [color=red]”He’s Regime, we kill bastards like him.”[/color] Razor answered with a chittering noise, though he didn’t remove his claw from Jackson’s throat, and Shade’s scowl became even darker. [color=red]”I don’t care what he said! He’s with the Regime, he deserves to die.”[/color]

[@A Tattooed Girl][@Lyghtbringer]