"Oh shut the fúck up." JT was never one to calmly carry out a mission, and so he drew his revolver with the speed that rivalled a lightning bolt mid strike. He pulled his revolver, aimed it to the left knee of Zach, bit he withstood from pulling the trigger. No, JT was a better man than that, and he lowered the gun and walked back to the car, but not before whispering to Theta. "Twenty minutes. Kill him, fúck him, do whatever. I'll wait." And so he went back and sat in the Jeep to let Theta do what she wished with the man. It wasn't his call, it was hers.