Spencer decided to go straight for violence. He didn't care who the hell Jack was. He hadn't scared him when he hid Hannibal and he wasn't scaring him now "As long as Will Graham is under my roof talk to my fucken lawyer...." He finally spoke as he ended the call and shut it off

Spencer finally got to the bedroom "He can call my lawyer. He's just pissed cause he knows how well I kept Hannibal hidden when he got hurt and now I am protecting you..." As he climbed into bed to join Will

"Sorry, I'm raising my voice again. Jack just...I should have killed him a long time ago" Spencer sighed deeply and leaned up against Will "Just rest okay?"

Spencer chuckled and was glad Nigel didn't need him to do a job while on a date though he'd make it work somehow. "I'd enjoy some champagne" he said with a nod as he got comfortable in his seat now as the limo started to move

Spencer heard it and flew behind the couch "Son of a fucken....bitch" he grumbled loudly as he truly hated guns "Flashback to when I got shot in the fucken ass by that spy Duncan Vizla. My fault, I stupidly woke him up...." He grumbled and stayed crouched behind the couch still

Spencer grinned "Two killer sexy bastards ..." As he clinked his glass too but enjoyed his champagne instead of chugging it down "I can't wait to see what you planned for tonight...." He suddenly said softly as he was curious

Spencer saw out of the corner of his eye what Nigel was doing as he hopped over the couch and scrambled to get the gun away from his head and ended up knocking him down and being on top of him hoping the gun got thrown from his hand "Nigel ...what the serious FUCK?"

Spencer stared back at the man "Take a picture it will last longer...." He growled at him

Spencer was a lot stronger than he looked as he stayed straddled on his lap for a moment before realizing the awkward situation "Fine, blow your fucken brains out next time! It will serve you right!" He angrily muttered before finally getting off of him and sitting on the floor

Spencer turned and pulled Will closer to him, almost protectively. Nuzzling into him as he closed his eyes

Spencer watched him, though smaller in stature he feared nothing. His face had "try me" written all over it as he stared him down

"I could fucken stab you between the eyes or I do bite really hard. Take your fucken pick...." Spencer hissed as he wanted to know who this prick thought he was talking to

Spencer was pissed now as he usually was the one who antagonized a fight not the other way around. He suddenly moved and hopped on his back trying to find any flesh he could gnaw at through the metal suit he had around him

//I HATE Zombie movies but here I am watching THIS one because of Robert Carlyle...... (It's "28 Weeks Later")

Spencer hit the ground hard and hissed as he slid on it "Bastard....." As he started to get up "I can play your tricks too...." As he ran into the forest near them and seemingly vanished

Spencer could see this idiot from the trees and stayed as silent as possible as he moved above him. He was looking for a place he could softly land so he could run back to civilization which was more his world

//I've gotten Clyde to like Death Stranding.... I do have my own char from there....and he's pretty chill: x.com/Neil___Vana

Spencer was careful and quiet, hopping down almost silently into the bushes and walking the tree line. He made a slight noise as a low branch broke as he climbed up but he'd be gone by time this asshole reacted

Spencer had two options. Face him or flee. Problem was he was too damn cocky....or perhaps stupid to flee. Suddenly he hopped down a few feet from this guy "what's the fucken end game? Killing me? Leaving me broken?" He asked now as he was going for his pick now

"what the fuck does maybe mean?" Spencer asked as he clicked out his pick. He just needed to stab him on a vulnerable part not protected by that suit....