<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/Bigjake.png)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/Scooter2.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Big Jake, Scooter<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Sioux Union<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 20th<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>After Midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Behind the tracks, sneaking between buildings towards West Main<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nell Robinson, Matthew Ford, CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/>Big Jake might not have been big - and he might not have been intimidating - but Big Jake was fast, and he scrambled out from under her and growled as he went after Nell.  "Moron!"  For a moment he aimed his gun at her back, then realized how suspicious it would be for her to wind up perforated.  So he dropped his shoulders and plowed into her from behind, crashing into her backside and rolling over her.<br/><br/>He came up with the girl between him and the earnest Captain, an arm wrapped around her throat.  He saw the gun coming free of the holster, but his own was already free - and Big Jake knew the entire sham was going to be a worthless one if there was a witness on hand.  The gun didn’t frighten him - he dealt with plenty of men with plenty of guns every day.  He’d killed before, and he’d do it again, so one more body didn’t so much as give him a flicker of hesitation.  He hid behind Nell’s body while aiming and pointing, squeezing the trigger twice.<br/><br/>But what would have been a kill shot to the torso if he’d been standing up right when towards the legs instead - the first bullet grazed Matthew’s thigh; there was a sting, but it was the sort of thing which would bleed and ache and little more.  The second bullet hit right leg, instead of his left, digging through muscle at the center of the calf and coming just shy of travelling through the bone beneath.