Jo nodded at Gray as he acknowledged his plan.<strong>"First time here indeed, I swear I'm gonna kill them. No mercy for the wicked."</strong>While waiting Jo kept trying to loosen the rope, however it was tied tightly. The fabric was cutting away layers of skin, his blood staining the already dirty gray rope a deep red. He cursed through his teeth as his only visible eye flicked from the left to the right.<strong>"Gray what the hell are they saying? My Russian isn't nearly good enough to follow this.</strong><br/><br/>Large beads of sweat stood on his forehead as he awaited an answer. Somehow his body did something he couldn't comprehend. Somehow he had dislocated his left wrist and the rope slid off. A loud grunt was released as the pain was sudden and sharp. Jo used his last usable hand to set his wrist back, which had earned another loud grunt of pain.