Ranger marine officer - Mlata

''Angry tongue you have there. How about you asked nicely?This is important to you, isnt it? '' The man moved his hand letting the gun turn down and holding it examine. His fingers tapping on it. '' Tell me how old are you? You look too young to keep on soiling your hands with blood.''

The officer smiled reaching the hand holding Angelos gun towards him. Offering for him to take it. Till now the marine officer expect the first moment didnt looked at all like he was intending to fight. The other marines were calling out from the direction the jail breaker arrived. Mlata was sure they were now taking care of the wounded and death the boy left. They wouldnt have too much time before more people would join them. ''Are you good with the guns?'' He asked nonchalantly.