[Center][h2][color=fdc68a]ALCOHOL[/color][/h2][/center]

Alcohol listened closely to the council of his people. Killing Pepsi would bring the Jaguars upon them. It was their "code of honor." Even though he doubted they knew what honor really was, those were the rules they played by, backwards as they were. Al must consider his moves carefully. 

Pepsi would be locked up and kept in jail, the mayor thought. His reason was as follows: Execution makes a martyr of most, especially when they intend to be one. Executions would ratchet tension with Plaza into full blown war, nobody needs that. It would also show weakness and fear. However, letting him go would also show weakness. That would be betraying his codes and be broadcasting to everyone that we were subservient to Plaza. Keeping him in jail is costly, but makes a point. His ways of savagery and war can be contained. HE can be contained. Just a man with a sword, nothing more.

Dark eyes flicked from Twice and Glock. Al rubbed his chin and then locked his eyes with Twice. [color=fdc68a]"We won't kill him. He's our prisoner, now." [/color]

He glanced over at Glock. [color=fdc68a]"Change the schedules back the way we had it a while ago. Two guards near the jail at all times. One patrolling the nearby area, another directly watching the prisoner. I'd like you to be one of them, Ms Glock. You can be Warden if you accept. Little more pay, less patrolling, more responsibility. Up to you."[/color] Glock was competent and she was in the right mindset. Twice would be too eager on the trigger finger if Pepsi did something. 

As he spoke quietly, he shouldered the strap of his shotgun.


Then, he stepped around the guards and took a couple of steps towards the cell in which Pepsi is sitting. He rose his voice to a normal conversation level.

[color=fdc68a]"Twenty years in prison. Open up the hatch in the corner, toilet goes to the sewer. Two meals a day. Be good and you might get yard time."[/color] The last part was facetious but his tone of voice did not change.

He turned back to Glock, awaiting her answer and perhaps expecting Pepsi to say something aswell. Al would not grant Pepsi a proper audience, however. First he would let the prisoner stew in the cell.