DistressedDisaster
If music is my soul then rhythm guides my feet
Matthew Williams
Matt was none too happy with the events. Hoping Jax wouldn't be an idiot, he gestured for him to keep up while he hurried to the nearby crowds, stopping by one of the men overseeing the bunker operations. This was where he'd need to get to work. He pulled out some rope, handing it to one of the nearby men with a brief explanation.
"Tie his wrists and take him under. I'm taking him to Bex after, but he doesn't need to know where the weapons area is."
Making sure that this would be taken care of, he then turned and hurried towards the weapons bunker. Upon arrival he readied a flame torch, equipping it and prepping it. Once done, he hurried back towards the front, checking his radio once again. He'd not heard anything from Bexley in a while, and likely wouldn't until things died off. For the moment though, he had a job to do. And that was joining the others at the front to defend the area. Forcing his mind to focus on the feeling of the torch, the weight of it steadied him. Then he focused on his tasks. Doing the one thing he did best. Burying himself in a job until it was done.
Bellz (Jax)
"Tie his wrists and take him under. I'm taking him to Bex after, but he doesn't need to know where the weapons area is."
Making sure that this would be taken care of, he then turned and hurried towards the weapons bunker. Upon arrival he readied a flame torch, equipping it and prepping it. Once done, he hurried back towards the front, checking his radio once again. He'd not heard anything from Bexley in a while, and likely wouldn't until things died off. For the moment though, he had a job to do. And that was joining the others at the front to defend the area. Forcing his mind to focus on the feeling of the torch, the weight of it steadied him. Then he focused on his tasks. Doing the one thing he did best. Burying himself in a job until it was done.
Bellz (Jax)
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