"'Course I'm fair. That's why I'm giving you a choice. Either pick your beat-ass up and come on out of there, or I'm coming in. You won't like either outcome, but believe me--you'll like one less."
Taking one out of Dwight's book had perhaps been the worst decision of his life. Yes, evenworse than the decision to try and help what he'd assumed was an injured animal- which also turned out to be Dwight - which got him into this whole mess in the first place. Yes, this was most definitely apoor decision on his part and he regrets it immensely.
From inside of the cabinet he peers through the tinyslit of space between the hinged doors, eyeballing the section of bloodiedoveralls he can see.
His head tilts, neck rotating to take in his dark,cramped surroundings. Jake is fairly certain there's no room for the Trapperinside of the locker but he is curious as to how he thinks he would get inside.Either way he sure as hell wasn't willingly stepping out into the cold embraceof a wicked blade. He'd had enough of being cut down and assaulted for onelifetime. Seconds of silence drag out into what feels like minutes but isprobably still only seconds. A bead of sweat tracks down the nape of his neckand then soaks into the ruined material of his scarf.
Jake imagines he can hear the satisfaction of the Trapper upon realizing that Jake wasdeciding to make this as difficult as he possibly could. He holds his breath,watching as the splatter of blood at about eye level gets closer and closer and closer. When he's withinrange of the locker, Jake slams the door open and into his chest, bolting outand around him to flee in the direction of where he'd seen the hatch.