"They..interrogated me for several hours and dug into my personal life. Not only that but they took at least half a pint of my blood. I feel so drained.." He said softly. Jackal sighed and looked at Dozer with a pale face.
"Those...assholes..." Dozer mumbled under his breath. "Well you're with us now so I think you'll be fine now." He said. Riot walked over to them and handed them both a Glock 22.
"So what happened to him?" Riot asked. Dozer looked up at him and shook his head. Riot gritted his teeth since he already had a feeling it wasn't anything good.
"Come out, come out wherever you are! We won't shoot you so long as you comply!" A voice shouted. Both Riot and Dozer recognized the voice. "shh come on let's go this way, there's an emergency exit back here." Riot explained as he began leading the way towards the emergency exit.
Riot slowly opened the back door and peeked outside. He waved his hand letting the others know it's alright to follow. As they snuck around the building, some of Deacon's armed men began walking towards them.
The trio quickly made their way over to another building and into an alleyway. "I think we're safe for now.." The others nodded before turning around to see Deacon standing right outside the alleyway.
"Ah, there you guys are, why do you keep resisting?" he said in a somewhat psychotic tone. They all looked at him with utter disgust. Riot without hesitation pulled his Glock out and shot a few times, scathing Deacon's knee and face.
"GUYS MAKE A RUN FOR IT I'LL HOLD HIM OFF FOR NOW!" They nodded and began making a break for the other side of town. "Well well well, looks like it's just me and you again huh," Deacon said with a slight chuckle.
"You sick bastard, I offered you a home, I offered you protection but you decided to betray us and not only that but take one of my friends!" Riot shouted, his voice echoing through the desolate town.
"It was necessary though, you're too caught up in your little fantasy where you and your little pals go hold hands with sunshine and rainbows. I'm sorry to tell you but your friend's life doesn't matter as much as millions. Now I think it's time we end this." Riot bit his tongue and clenched his fist.
"Alright then, I guess I'll have to kick your ass again." Both Riot and Deacon began to fight one one-on-one, both equal in CQC. Riot winded back and swung with all his might, hitting Deacon's jaw. Deacon spit and chuckled as if he was enjoying the pain.
Deacon Swung back, hitting Riot in the gut knocking the wind out of him. He gasped for air as Deacon punched him in the face causing Riot to lose balance and fall to the ground. "So, this is where it ends I guess, thats a sham-" Riot grabbed a nearby brick and quickly swung it at him, hitting him in the face.
Deacon tumbled to the ground and Riot made a break for the ladder on the side of the Building. he quickly grabbed the bars and started climbing. As he climbed Deacon grabbed his foot. Riot continuously kicked at his face until he loosened his grip and fell to the ground.
When he made it to the roof he backed up and panted. He did his best to catch his breath since he knew Deacon was going to come up for him. Once Deacon Reached the roof, he stood next to the ladder, making it so Riot couldn't escape.
"Nowhere to run boy," He said while almost laughing hysterically. Riot looked around for something to use but he realized his fists were his only way out of this situation. The two glared at one another before dashing towards each other, both swinging and landing blows.
Deacon would get the upper hand again and drag Riot to the ground, slightly ripping his shirt up. Riot kicked his shin making Deacon stumble back. He quickly got up and tackled him to the ground. Riot began whaling on Deacon's face until his breathing was hoarse. He gasped for air and watched as Riot stood up. Riot pulled his Sidearm out and shot him point blank in the head.
"Rest in piss asshole.."