He'd almost made it, too. The man came to a grinding halt, quite literally on his face. There were a few people sitting just around the corner, chatting amongst themselves when the pair of mi'quote's came crashing to the ground. So when the noise started, the two on the ground could hear them getting up to come see what in the hell was going on. The first to step around was the informant he'd been hoping to see; the one that could possibly help him with his clumsy exposure. The other.. well, shit was about to get real.
“Jager! What- What are you doing here?†He'd started to peel the straw hat off when Zhavi started talking, but found some level of refuge underneath it right now. He was as good as done, anyways; cling to what hope you have, dear boy.
Jager shifted his weight from one leg to the other and casually crossed his arms. First confused- now grinning, all the captain could do was shake his head. “You've got to be -Fucking- kidding me." The informant, whose name was just that, The Informant, made a hissing sound as he casually slid right back around the corner. Busted. Jager in the meantime took one look at Zhavi and just buried his face in his palm. "He's dead. He's ruttin' dead. I have to kill him now. She found out. Of all the mistakes, he's dead. Why. Why do you do this to me? Why?" He was clearly talking to himself.. or, at least that's what it looked like. Livid, the captain simply hopped forward once and drove the pointed tip of his boot into the jaw of the poor lad sprawled out on the ground. Only then was he relieved of his straw hat, and that's when Zhavi would see the dark yellowed eyed pup with eyes glossed over.
"Fuck!" -Jager.
“Jager! What- What are you doing here?†He'd started to peel the straw hat off when Zhavi started talking, but found some level of refuge underneath it right now. He was as good as done, anyways; cling to what hope you have, dear boy.
Jager shifted his weight from one leg to the other and casually crossed his arms. First confused- now grinning, all the captain could do was shake his head. “You've got to be -Fucking- kidding me." The informant, whose name was just that, The Informant, made a hissing sound as he casually slid right back around the corner. Busted. Jager in the meantime took one look at Zhavi and just buried his face in his palm. "He's dead. He's ruttin' dead. I have to kill him now. She found out. Of all the mistakes, he's dead. Why. Why do you do this to me? Why?" He was clearly talking to himself.. or, at least that's what it looked like. Livid, the captain simply hopped forward once and drove the pointed tip of his boot into the jaw of the poor lad sprawled out on the ground. Only then was he relieved of his straw hat, and that's when Zhavi would see the dark yellowed eyed pup with eyes glossed over.
"Fuck!" -Jager.
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
