“Tell ‘em to finish up here before they send me overseas.” He says back, just as cold. Working with Rocket was not his choice. He is a criminal. Once a dog, always a dog. There is no place on the right side of the law for one such as he. Even still, as his eyes are pulled awake, he recognizes that even an outlaw can have standards. [break][break]
When Alakazham is sent out, the dog whistles. Four Kartana fly free from their beast balls, falling like a swarm on the camp below. They fly free, chittering and making mincemeat of the unsuspecting grunts. They only need one, and these men are the enemy. They know the score. There will be time for regret later. [break][break]
“I-I, I don’t know nothin’!” The nobody, terrified, says. “You think they tell someone like me anything?!” It’s clear in the man’s eyes that he’s telling the truth. He does not smell like a liar. [break][break]
“They don’t tell you guys much.” The dog observes. [break][break]
“No,” he agrees, “they don’t.” At least one being has noticed the man’s absence. An Unown floats up to them, ready to write an ending to the man’s life in flames. [break][break]
And it does, before the dog can act.