[For the most part he knew better. Doing his best to otherwise remain silent as Soldier 76 made a run for the nearby trees. As much as it ruined his own machismo, Soldier 76 was obviously the bigger and outright stronger of the two of them. So, for now, he'd allow himself to be dragged around. Struggling against it all would only hinder them both in the long run after all. And screwing this up meant he wouldn't get his gun.

Or at least he thought he could tolerate it until he found his body near sandwiched between the heavy musky frame of a geriatric cyborg-looking man and the rough scratchy bark exterior of Grandmother Willow.]

Hopefully it happens sooner rather than later.

[His whisper was gruff and strained as he shifted uncomfortably. Trying to shift his arms in attempt to be a little more comfortable.]

I'm just amazed the asshole didn't immediately notice the broken down cell you left behind. Although here's hoping he turns his back before he notices anything out of place.

Is there a pebble or anything similar near us?