Elizabeth Ashreel
|~*|Even Sugar can be Mistaken For Salt|*~|
Jackson ducked down behind the door just in time for the knife to fly past him and hit the wall before falling to the ground behind him. "No one takes the easy way, people these days!" He says shooting at the man, aiming for his shoulders and legs to disable him; giving the girls enough time to get to safety and for his back up to come take this pain in the back out of the picture, or at least render him unconscious. Jackson turns on his walky-talky and relays a strand of numbers through the mic while keeping and eye on the man. A few seconds later a voice came back replying with a swift, "Copy that." before the speaker goes silent once more.
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