[u]Act III: [b]Playing Dirty[/b][/u] [i]Dojo, Just After Noon[/i] A pregnant woman stumbled through the Dojo, hyperventilating. Her eyes were glazed over, her skin pale and sickly. She wheezed, holding onto her life by a thread, but it was clear she would die. She clutched at her belly, tears streaming down her cheeks before she slumped to the ground, limp. Blood trickled out of her nostrils and onto the pavement. People watched, not sure how to react at first. Pablo received a phone call that his plan had failed. He sighed, cranking on his radio and looking out upon the crop fields and the beautiful valley it was placed in. His radio drowned at all sound as he lit a jöint, letting out an exasperated breath as his mind was peacefully cleared. He smiled to himself, and thought for a moment. [i]"Who would dare stop me?"[/i] https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=PtJ6yAGjsIs ((Open, gits.))