Jack looked at Dradel, a big smile on his face as he said aloud in a satisfied tone, "What's wrong, Dradel? Sad because... you're little wooden puppet... decided to cut itself from your... strings and... become a real fucking boy?" Blood began to come from Jack's mouth as he said the last part, "Or is... it because you... never got a chance... to punish him... for betraying you...?" With that, Jack began weak laughter as blood came from his mouth. He leaned back as he did so, allowing himself to fade away and die laughing at Dradel's utter and complete failure to turn him into the monster it wanted him to be and the robbery he committed of his death at Dradel's hands. Jack died of his own accord, and he died doing what he believed was right, and nothing could ever take that away from the man formerly known as Corporal Jackson Hawthorne.<br/><br/>Character Status: Deceased, killed in action.<br/><br/><br/>Thomas smiled thankfully as he said, "Not many share your perspective, I'm afraid. I'm just glad I ran into you and not one of them." Thomas looked around quickly before asking, "Is there any way I can help? I'm not a soldier, I'm just a cop, but I think I might be of some use to you."