“Oh good. I hate rats. If you’re not a rat, I think we’ll get along just fine.” No need for a second shot, his job was done. He’d gotten half upfront, now as he was pulling out his phone he was texting the contractor to demand the rest. “You got a problem, kid?”
He snorted at the rat comment. If anything Ky wasn’t about to tell anyone about what anyone or – more importantly – what he did when no one was looking. So, he didn’t think that would be a problem. “Only every day of the week,” he said with a deep sigh. “Families are not fun.”
“Well, well. Whose little boy are you?” He pulls back the slide of his rifle, emptying the spent casing onto the ground, but keeping it firm in hand at the presence of a stranger. Last thing he really needed was a witness, even if the mark had been half way across town. “Not anyone who likes to talk’s I hope.”
His first instinct was to shoot out some sort of sarcastic comment about not being little. However, he retrained himself with a grunt as his arms folded across his chest. “I don’t talk,” he said bluntly – making sure to avoid any mention of exactly who he was. “I think this speaks for itself.”
Hellfirebound 