Daniel Nordson showing his true colors.

** Pfc. Daniel Nordson slowly pulls his sawn-off Ithaca out of its sheath tied to his leg.
** Pfc. Daniel Nordson raises the pump-action in one hand, putting the barrel gently against the back of Burns' neck--right where the spine meets the skull.
** Jerrand Burns slowly turns around, he looks down at the barrel.
Michael R. Wazowski: You with the shotgun.
Jerrand Burns: ...
Jerrand Burns: Why, man?
Jerrand Burns: Why are you doing this to me?
Pfc. Emma Lessing: Sometimes it's just- not always serious. I know that much.
** Pfc. Daniel Nordson squeezes the trigger, a lound-snapping bang sounds off in the tight confines of the room. A beanbag round leaves the barrel straight into the man's nose.
** Jessica Tyrell jumps, turning.
Marcus Nekan: Oh...
LCpl. Julian Léopard: WOW?
** Pfc. Emma Lessing jotls to the side, practically falling into Ava, "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
** Jerrand Burns leaps in the air, running backwards and holding his nose.
Jerrand Burns: [YELL] Owie!
** Pfc. Daniel Nordson fires off another one at his crotch.
** Jerrand Burns dodges that one.
Jerrand Burns: [YELL] Why did you do that!
[350 MHz] Pvt. Alexander Knight: The 'ell was that shotgun blast?
(Jerrand Burns) ** Blood starts to seep through Jerrand's fingers. **
** Pvt. Derek Walker jumps lightly at the loud sound of the discharge, "What the fuck?!" Derek's left hand comes up to grasp Jessica's shoulder tightly. His body tensed, his free hand instantly reached for his pistol. He had no idea that Aidan even pulled the scalpel out of his back.
Pfc. Daniel Nordson: [YELL] MY NAME, IS DANIEL NORDSON. AND THIS IS MY KITCHEN.
Marcus Nekan: Wow...
** Jerrand Burns sits down on the floor and begins to sob.
Jerrand Burns: ...fuck you, man.
** Pfc. Daniel Nordson pumps the action of his shotgun, ejecting a blackened shell onto the table. He steps forward and moves to slug another beanbag into Jerrand's face.
Michael R. Wazowski: [YELL] I've found my protagonist!
(Jerrand Burns) ** The round slams into his skull, and he falls backward. "Ah-.. ah!" He writhes around in pain, bucking his legs in the air. **
** Pfc. Emma Lessing pushes up a little and plants her hands on the table, rising up.
Pfc. Emma Lessing: I'm gonna lose my hearing at this rate.
** PFC. Ava Walker rises with Emma.
Pfc. Emma Lessing: Oh- did Jess go?
** Pfc. Daniel Nordson slams fire another round into Jerrand's skull. He does it again and again, slamming the handgaurd forward harder and harder with each consecutive round.
PFC. Ava Walker: Yeah-you wanna go too?
** LCpl. Aidan Witherspoon cocks his head around, raising his voice.
** Pvt. Derek Walker squints lightly, bringing his head closer to the scalpel. He takes a brief moment to investigate the bent weapon before looking up to Aidan, cluelessly replying, "Where did you get that?"
Pfc. Emma Lessing: Yeah, please. I kinda need to talk to her without SOMEONE FIRING A SHOTGUN.
LCpl. Aidan Witherspoon: [YELL] Nordson! Nordson! Cease fire!
** Pfc. Emma Lessing departs quickly.
** LCpl. Aidan Witherspoon holds an index finger to Walker.
(Jerrand Burns) ** Blood is drawn, and the man's head is sent to the ground. He goes unconcious with the second hit, blood pooling shortly after. **
LCpl. Julian Léopard: Uhm..?
LCpl. Aidan Witherspoon: [YELL] Sweet baby Jesus! What the fuck!?
** LCpl. Julian Léopard sweats.
** Pfc. Daniel Nordson lets the final shell clatter to the floor. He shoves the shotgun back into its sheath. He reaches down to pick the man up in a fireman's carry.
Michael R. Wazowski: As soon as he confirms his bounty, the hired gun Nordson whips a sawed off shotgun out of his trenchcoat and cuts him down where he stands. He drags him down to the trader, turning his corpse in for another fistful of neo-dollars.
Pfc. Daniel Nordson: [YELL] Under control.
** Jerrand Burns is lifted up, blood slowly dripping to the concrete below.
LCpl. Julian Léopard: Huu..?
** LCpl. Aidan Witherspoon glares, utterly puzzled.
Pvt. Derek Walker: That dude dead?
Pvt. Derek Walker: He jsut got shot in the face.
LCpl. Julian Léopard: Guum...
[L] ** Pfc. Daniel Nordson slams the man onto the table, whistling an idle tone.
** Jerrand Burns is thrown on with a thud.
LCpl. Julian Léopard: Nuuh...
Pvt. Derek Walker: [YELL] Nordson! You going to cook him?
** Pfc. Daniel Nordson comes back with a steel rod, and a butcher's knife.
Pfc. Daniel Nordson: [YELL] What?
Pvt. Derek Walker: [YELL] To cook him!
Pvt. Derek Walker: The fuck is even going on?
[L] ** Pfc. Daniel Nordson sharpens the butcher's knife against the rod, the steel going 'shlick' 'shlick' 'shlick' with every stroke.
Michael R. Wazowski: Fighting insane, mutant scavengers by day, ruthless, cold, calculating killing machines by night.
LCpl. Aidan Witherspoon: [YELL] Oh for fucks sake! Cut it out!
Pfc. Daniel Nordson: [YELL] What?
** LCpl. Aidan Witherspoon slams his fist down on the table.
** Jerrand Burns shoots awake, rolling off the table to the left.
Jerrand Burns: [YELL] Aaah!
LCpl. Aidan Witherspoon: [YELL] Explain yourself!
Pfc. Daniel Nordson: [YELL] I need a--
[L] ** Pfc. Daniel Nordson looks down in alarm.
LCpl. Julian Léopard: UUUH.
Jerrand Burns: [YELL] Help! Help!
** Jerrand Burns reaches a hand for the door handle.
** Pfc. Daniel Nordson paces over to Burns, butcher's knife in hand. "Here little piggy piggy."
** Pfc. Daniel Nordson clears his throat as he comes back, "Anyone want venison?"