Gritting his teeth, Jake stared defiantly through scrunched-up eyes into the assassin's face. "What's....everything?" Even as he spoke, he struggled to rise. "She's not the one you want," he insisted, his head swinging up to try to ram into the assassin's face, but lacking the reach to do so while the rest of his body was pinned to the floor. His gaze flicked wildly now around the bay, searching for something he could use to get an edge, his eyes flickering briefly to the stunner on the assassin's belt, where it seemed to be forgotten. There. He needed to get that somehow. But for now, he had to stall, and see how the situation changed. "You're wasting time," he declared finally, a forced smirk forming on his face. "They already are coming. They'll be here any second now."
"You've already lost," he whispered with faked confidence. "I have a tracking chip in..." he grunted. "In me," he continued. "They've locked onto it."
(OOC:
http://www.sarna.net/wiki/Transmitter_Unit)
Chapter Three (C): Jake & Thorchan
