Surrender.

Fucking maniac, was just going to kill him, for being in the wrong spot. This wasn't a town folk, this was a bandit, and Dog, or whoever the fuck he was, was taking it over. Still he was outgunned, he needed to wait for a better situation.

“I ain’t got no quarrel with Dog, nor you. I’m just a merc, without a gun, or a job. How bout I surrender, and you take me to Dog?” The soldier called out, hoping Dog, was smarter then this fucker.

“Alright lets see them hands then.” The man called after a moment.
Raising his hands in the air, Cross, slowly stood up. Watching the sniper rifle keep his gun aimed at him.

“Move.” He waved the gun, down the alley. With a nod, the soldier kept his hands high, and began to move past him.