He Has , He Agrees

Scott stood there with clenched fists, he continued to stare at his old squad and commander. Jackson just looked back up at him with a smile. "Scott, Scott what do we do?" Hannah asked concerned,

"We-we do what they say. We can't fight them." Scott murmured out,

"Are you fucking serious Scott?" Mindy shot back,

"He's right Mindy these guys are soldiers, we have hunting rifles and shotguns. Hell just look at the hardware on those trucks, those could rip us apart in seconds." You cut in,

"I-I....I know, I just don't think we should do this." Mindy said defeated,

"We don't have a choice anymore." Scott said quietly,

"Scott you know I hate waiting, so what's it gonna be?" Jackson called out to him,

Scott looked down at him and after a long cold stare he said, "You don't touch any of my people and we have a deal!"

Jackson let out a chuckle, "Yeah, Yeah Scott just let us in the fucking door." Jackson said as he hopped down off the hood of the truck. You followed Scott back to the first floor, Mindy and Hannah followed close behind. Just as your group linked up with the others Greg opened the front door. "Sonofabitch look at this place!" Jackson exclaimed as he walked in flanked by three men. Jackson than looked directly at Greg than back to Scott, "Really this guy?" Jackson than looked directly at Greg. "Hey gramps how aren't you zed food by now?" Greg looked at him confused, obviously Greg didn't understand a word Jackson said, "Ah ain't he a peach. Alright Scott bring me too your food, knowing you that shit is all cataloged and organized."

"Follow me." Scott said coldly and turned towards the cafe,

"Wow, don't need to be a dick about it. We're all friends now, ain't that right officer?" Jackson said walking with Scott and looking at Andy who clutched his shotgun, "Geez is everyone gonna be a dick here. I mean look at this guy!" Jackson said pointing at Andy, "Dude looks like he wants to tear my head off."