Message #16950

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

James collapses in a sitting position by the wall, leaving a streak of blood where he slid down, James managed to fish his smokes from his pocket and light one, his hands trembling Why are my hands shaking.... He let the ciggarette dangle from his lips as he sat there, Revolver still in hand Viktor better get there in time... James's vision began to blurr slightly, he looked down at his wound, it was still bleeding heavily Must have been a 12.7 to breeze through my armour like that... he let his head fall back against the wall, still smoking without bringing it away from his lips, he niticed the ash falling from it, it seemed to fall in slow motion, The ciggarette fell from his mouth into the large puddle of blood forming around him, James muttered a few weak words "I could use a drink..." then his head lulled to the side and he blacked out.