Jersey wipes off his visor out of disgust. He places a boot of the fallen man's chest and adds some pressure. Every noise of pain from York made getting stabbed and shot by these For Hires worthwhile finally. Payback was nice.

"Too bad you don't get it or this one," Jersey drily answers. the pistol is aimed for a clean shot for York's head. However a shout from one of the mercs makes Jersey's attention be drawn away and his aim moved. The bullet is fired off, glancing across the top left of York's skull.