Main Nation Ministry wrote:The Prisoners
"Now you fuckin' listen here, Kyle. I don't know what your fuckin' malfunction is, but if those soldiers don't get on that truck, you ain't either. Do you fucking understand that?! Every single one of my group is getting on that truck, and if i have to put one of these bullets in your head to do, i will not hesitate. Friend, i don't know what your buddy's problem is, but i would suggest puttin' 'im back in his fuckin' place, pronto." Said Dustin.
"W-w-w-well, listen. Kyle doesn't like the military. We didn't mean to disturb you people at all. If you would just kindly let us leave with our friend, we will never disturb you again in any way possible.", Peter nervously said to Dustin who seemed angry. Then Peter heard a voice from somewhere else. "Hey, pendejos, why don't you keep it down over there?" "What the fuck was that?", Kyle said looking around for the source of the voice. Peter wanted Dustin to let go of Franklin, despite not knowing his name at all so they can just leave the steakhouse.
Dustin Cole
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Dustin's attention quickly diverted from the people in front of him to the nearby voice, to which it didn't sound like any in his group.
'What the hell? Who is that?! Show yourself!" Yelled Dustin, forgetting that staying quiet was paramount to avoid clickers. Dustin aimed his gun up and around, trying to spot out the man who had yelled at them. Keeping his eyes peeled, he turned his attention back to the negotiator.
"Look, it seems we got an audience other than our groups. We need to get on that truck, end of story. Will you let us without consequence?" Said Dustin, seeming alarmed at this point. That voice could have been just a bystander, watching the free entertainment, or it could have been a Hunter, or someone looking for a fight.