“you slowed me down on purpose.” jack knew he was stating the obvious at this point, possibly still reeling from the blow and buying time to clear his head. the pulse rifle felt like an immense weight in his hands as he raised his red visored gaze up to the man standing before him -- his ex-colleague. his former friend. now, only their past connected them, and nothing more. “i thought you were better than this, reyes. and yet here you are, working together with the MAFIA. what happened to fighting for the same cause?” / @singularitybled.













