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Jojo wakes up to find himself chained up in a dark room. His pounding headache is proof that he was overpowered and knocked out, the stench of dog and sex in the air is proof that it’s one of his targets who are to blame. The hunter feels his stomach churn at the realization that his failure means more harm will continue to come to innocent boys, but he temporarily pushes his feelings aside. The mission comes first, and so long as he draws breath into his lungs he won’t stop until the Hale pack is exterminated. He’s immobilized and can tell that even his most concealed weapons have been confiscated. Jojo is completely helpless, but he’s still not afraid. If anything, his hatred of werewolves makes him angry about his current circumstances. “You mutts sure do love your underhanded tricks, huh? That’s alright, I don’t mind sinking to your level from time to time if it means soaking my skin in your blood. I’ve never been afraid of picking up a few fleas,” he shouts into the darkness at no one in particular. If he’s in a building on pack territory, there will surely be someone who can hear. “And I’ll make sure that letting me live will be your greatest regret.” The last part is muttered through clenched teeth as he uses his tongue to remove a small, metal tool from beneath his gumline; a ‘last-resort’ considering the painful steps he goes through to secure it before his most dangerous missions. He spits the bloodied tool over his shoulder into his hand so that he can attempt to start freeing himself before someone actually does respond to his spiteful proclamations. Despite the frantic way he starts to search for a lock to pick, he keeps his eyes forward and expression steely just in case someone does come.
