He flashes an answering grin at Sinclair. "No," he agrees.
Okay, the gun's reloaded, let's do this before the splicers start poking around. Still riding the tail end of adrenaline, Jack shunts some robot debris out of his way with a foot, and strides towards the crying girl.
She looks up, yellow eyes wide, and cowers away, but he grabs her arm. Pulls her up and holds her in both hands. She beats at him with tiny useless fists.
He's tried killing them quickly first but it never takes with the ADAM still in them. It's not... really something he can do. But he's learned to knock them out, so they don't... look at him. A crack to the head from the butt of his gun does it quickly. She goes to sleep in his arms.
Then Jack --
-- glances over at Sinclair.
He's.
Never killed one with an in-person audience before.
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Okay, the gun's reloaded, let's do this before the splicers start poking around. Still riding the tail end of adrenaline, Jack shunts some robot debris out of his way with a foot, and strides towards the crying girl.
She looks up, yellow eyes wide, and cowers away, but he grabs her arm. Pulls her up and holds her in both hands. She beats at him with tiny useless fists.
He's tried killing them quickly first but it never takes with the ADAM still in them. It's not... really something he can do. But he's learned to knock them out, so they don't... look at him. A crack to the head from the butt of his gun does it quickly. She goes to sleep in his arms.
Then Jack --
-- glances over at Sinclair.
He's.
Never killed one with an in-person audience before.