"I'm not the one you should worry about hermano. Don't turn your back on Jason."
They hadn't spoken more then a few occasions since the return home. Now and then, they'd go out, and he joined in for Riley's sake. It had become impossible to say no whenever he asked to spend time together since the escape from the island. His grudge against Grant lingered, only being put aside when it was the three of them. Their older brother had been alive when Jason thought him dead, had saw him killed, as he believed at the time.
Grant had kept his distance, from them and the family. It was almost a relief to keep it that way, he'd felt abandoned by him already, and Jason was fine with it. There were enough problems they had to sort out as it was. Even in the safety of home, he still remained on guard. A small arsenal remained tucked away in the back of his closet, a collection from the island that he hoped he'd never have to use again.
Over time he tried and failed to push Hoyt's threat of powerful friends to the back of his mind, yet the night he woke to Riley's screams awoke an anger he'd been trying to surpress. There'd been no time to check on their friend, the house was torn apart and he had barely enough time to gather his guns, racing behind the truck inwhich they took Riley, keeping out of sight and tailing them to a small airport, full of armed men that he scoped out through a sniper rifle scope.
Going about rescuing them was going to be more of a challenge then he anticipated.
Sight of a truck was a highlight of opportunity, as he approached the airport. Possibly soldiers, and a stolen uniform could be the quickest way in.. Silently he stalked the pair out in the dark, once they were out of the truck, it was only a matter of getting close, and clapping a hand over ones mouth from behind, the barrel of his pistol pointed to his head.
It was only the glimpse of a famiar tattoo that stopped him from pulling the trigger.
"Grant..?"
His older brother hadn't been someone he'd been expecting to find. "How..?" His question was quicky enough answered, and he did all he could to keep himself from firing a bullet into the pirate once he caught a glimpse of him. "He's fucking dead.. why the fuck is he here with you?" He couldn't keep his composure, and his voice broke, shaken with both fear and rage. "What the hell is going on?" Jason couldn't stop the angerĀ from rising within him.
It had been difficult enough trying to put the island behind him, the fact he felt at times he felt like madness was slowly devoring him alive. He'd been starting to feel like his old self again, and the mere sight of Vaas brought out all of the worst within him.
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