"It's justified. This is the man, who tried to put a hit on me, and hurt your father instead, Tyson." Dwight said as he looked at Tyson and then at you whilst Mitch and big foot held a gagged and terrified Jackie Ming. Handing the axe that the African Americans had given him after one of his men were killed because of jackie.

Jackie would squirm, shaking his head. Yes he did do that. But he didn't think that one of the best people from the enterprise that he bought from thresher to back stab him. He looked at you. The psycho had gotten involved with the wrong crowd. A crowd that punished him for being too greedy. You were threshers most valued 'pawn'. Someone that Jackie had valued too. A pretty poison. And now he was going to be murdered by the crowd that he had tried to control.