❝ not that i don’t love new recruits, ❞ billy starts, standing in the doorway to his office at anvil. his arms are crossed over his chest, a small frown on his face. because his life is about order, and unexpected visitors are not welcome to his routine. ❝ but who the hell are you? and what the hell do you want? ❞
❝ it’s richardson. ❞ he wasn’t about to use his full name. not here, not where it would be so easy to dig up his past in a matter of minutes, but all the same, he needed something to keep people at bay. a name, a title to hide behind, even something so small as a job would be enough leverage to get people off his back.
though, he highly doubted that it would be easy. let alone with his history ( recent and otherwise ), ❝ and i’ve been told you’ve been looking for a few good men.❞ he took in a deep breath before letting it out slowly, ❝ or… man at any-rate. ❞ even if the term ‘man’ didn’t very well apply to him on most days.