[For an instant, the Soldier gives pause, paralyzed in the face of the impact of the prisoner's response. I need your help, Buck. He sees the distant glimpse of an amber-lit bar, hand braced on the shoulder of someone who looks an awful lot like the prisoner. That little guy from Brooklyn glitches in and out of focus and the programming won't have it.
The Soldier shakes his head again and crosses the distance to slam the butt of his rifle into the prisoner's jaw, sharp and without restraint.]
Shut up!
[Do not, under any circumstances, kill the prisoner returns just as strong and the Soldier steps back just as quickly as he moved forward.]
no subject
The Soldier shakes his head again and crosses the distance to slam the butt of his rifle into the prisoner's jaw, sharp and without restraint.]
Shut up!
[Do not, under any circumstances, kill the prisoner returns just as strong and the Soldier steps back just as quickly as he moved forward.]