Jack
“Who else does he have working for him?” Jack tightened his grip around Anderson’s throat, leaving just enough air supply so he could answer. Anderson choked with the oncoming downpour pebbling into his eyes and mouth. Jack didn’t care.
He ran all the way here, James overhead. Even though he was fast, it didn’t feel like quite enough.
“One more chance, Anderson, or you’ll die.”
Anderson grasped at Jack’s hand around his neck. “Jamin.”
“You already said that,” he spat. James was hovering over them, but landed just a few feet away in his full form. Anderson’s eyes widened at the sight. “You don’t have to fear him. He doesn’t care about you, but I sure as hell do.” He tightened his squeeze, cutting off the air completely. He leaned down to Anderson’s ear. “One. Last.
