After being chased into a bunker by Pretty Boy’s robots Timothy knew there was only a matter of time before they were able to bust down the door, however they didn’t get the chance. After a gunfight sounded outside Timothy knew he was saved and came out, being mindful of the situation.

“N-n-no, don’t shoot, don’t shoot! Don’t t—this is NOT what it looks like.”

He spoke flipping off the hood or his dirt and grime covered Hyperion jacket.

“I’m NOT Jack, not at all.”