By the time the Yellows had scattered, Jack was in his favorite position. "Alright. I wanna take some Yellows out first. My kill count could be higher." He pulled out his rifle and aimed at a Yellow who seemed to not know where he was. He screamed and ran, but periodically made sure the others were doing the same. Jack shrugged mentally, fired, and the Yellow's brain matter exploded against the wall behind him. He moved to the other Yellows. Jack had killed 5 other Yellows, but then forgot to load in the tranquiliser dart. He fired at Crazy's chest, and realized what he had done. "Oh. Oh crap! OH MY FUCKING SHIT CRAZY IS GOING TO FUCKING TEAR MY HEAD OFF WITH HIS CHAINSAW, DAMMIT!" He sat down, his sniper resting on his lap. He then turned to the Medic who was also supposed to be tranquing him. "Alright, you take the blame. Cool? Great!" He ran away quickly, leaving her in the sniping perch.
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