[The lead was planted, like everything else. If times had taught him nothing, they had at least taught him that the bread crumb trail would never be left alone if it was made appealing enough. Reaper doesn't need supplies, he doesn't need shelter or anything else. He wants for only one thing -- and just as he'd planned, it had come knocking right on schedule.
The chatter on the frequency 76 may or may not be listening on is nothing more than a distraction, directions and strike patterns for another location entirely. He is hardly about to allow someone else a shot at what rightfully is owed to him, but that doesn't mean he is about to let Jack think he is that fucking special
As always, his entry is too silent for someone of his size, a miasma that floats from somewhere in the rafters and coalesces on the ground in the dark to the right of Soldier: 76. If he's too slow to react, he'll end up in a choke hold.]
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The chatter on the frequency 76 may or may not be listening on is nothing more than a distraction, directions and strike patterns for another location entirely. He is hardly about to allow someone else a shot at what rightfully is owed to him, but that doesn't mean he is about to let Jack think he is that fucking special
As always, his entry is too silent for someone of his size, a miasma that floats from somewhere in the rafters and coalesces on the ground in the dark to the right of Soldier: 76. If he's too slow to react, he'll end up in a choke hold.]
You didn't even let me say 'surprise'.