Dexter
Jon and myself are currently in the dungeon, We have been interrogating one of Drake's guys,
Our warrior's caught him, Right before that guy got a hold of dad,
Dad's been feeling guilty, He felt is was his fault that guy snuck up behind them, Causing him to let go of Max,
I know it's not his fault, My father is a great fighter, He's seen more battles then most, I know if he wouldn't have been distracted that guy would never have gotten him,
The sound of another hit rips through the cell,
"I'll ask you again, Where did he take her!
Jon shouts at the guy who is tied to the chair,
He's a bloody mess, His one eye is swollen shut, His nose is broke in more then one spot, His lips are so busted up, I think some of his teeth have been knocked out,
Jon has been working on hi
