Most of the times that Jacket encountered a captive of the Russian mob in the midst of his more violent ventures, the captive was already dead. He wouldnât be surprised if they had sometimes been promptly executed perhaps as a result of his intrusion.
This time, however, neither of those things were the case. Jacket encountered a captive who was still alive, though he only bothered to notice after clearing the room - then seeing the figureâs head move some, noting the manâs breathing. The guy was tied securely to a chair, a bag over his head, perhaps gagged or otherwise too dazed to have said anything all this while.
Jacket regarded the figure a long moment. He spared a long and careful glance over the room, and toward the roomâs entrance, listening. This was the basement, though, and the last room he had come to. His business upstairs had finished and coming down here had only been to check for more mob members. He had found one, shot the man a couple times, leaving Jacket and the captive as the last living people in the building.
He approached, the rooster mask giving a slight, curious tilt before Jacket pulled the bag from the bound manâs head.
