❝ quite honestly, i don’t think this will do anything. ❞ even if it did, ky knew that the chances of it having a real impact on the situation were slim to none. still, it was a card he was willing to play (even if the time wasn’t exactly right for it). ❝ however, even a small impact is still cause for some… devastating problems. ❞
❝ look man, ❞ erik starts, head tilting at the unfamiliar man. a small frown pulling down slightly at the corners of his mouth. ❝ i don’t know what you’re selling, but ain’t buying. probably best if you move on. ❞
❝ if i did what was ‘best’ my entire life, ❞ he mused, ❝ i highly doubt i’d be here today. ❞ then again, there was every single possibly he would be here, but that was another point entirely. ❝ so, you can either listen to what i have to say, or… you can simply walk away. ❞ either way, he was going to make sure the other heard his offer, and thought it over… even if it meant a little bit of violence on the side.
the look she gives him is dry, annoyed. because fuck you, yes she would absolutely like to be let the fuck go. but sure asshole if you wanna stand around and ask dumb questions sure. go ahead. minnie bites down on the gag in her mouth, purposely baring her teeth to him in a small show of anger. annoyance as well. but also anger. cause once again, fuck you.
her arms jerk, showing that if she could get out of the bonds she’s stuck in, she’d be gone by now. a small grunt escapes her as the cloth around her wrists rub against already raw skin, small smudges of blood smear against her skin. a muffled, and nearly incomprehensible ❝ get me outta here. ❞ is ‘said’ from behind the cloth in her mouth.
there was only so much he could honestly do for her; killing would have been better than anything else. that way, ky could go on about the rest of his time here with out having to save someone. he wasn’t someone who did that… nor was he someone who wished to do so. as simple as facts here… he would have enjoyed just leaving her where she was.
then again, where would the fun in that be? a reason to why he moved towards her and kneeled down. it was only a few moments later before he ripped the cloth from her mouth off. “you know,” he said. “you’re just lucky i’m bored.” well, as well as wanting something to amuse him.
her hands are bloody from where she’s been trying to escape her bonds. thankfully it’s not metal and it’s just cloth and she’s got one hand free. she just wants out of this shit hole, why she ever agreed to be a fucking spy she doesn’t know anymore. because it’s not worth the torture that she’s been through. but when the door opens her arm jerks in surprise and her head whips to look over at now open door. but she has no idea if it’s helpor she’s about to be in for more pain.
in truth, he shouldn’t have even been here; he preferred to leave bodies around him… not going through rooms looking for people. it was a reason he wasn’t going to do this again —- he wasn’t going to deal with clean up when he knew it was suited for someone else. then again, it wasn’t like he had a real choice in the matter either, and even if he did…. sometimes it was worth sucking it up.
not to say he enjoyed doing so. by all means, he hated having to do anything that he didn’t feel like doing, and it was why he was dragging his feet on this. taking his time, making a few jokes to himself, and then he found her. just his luck that he would actually have to do his job for once ( something he usually avoided at all costs ).
“well, look who we have here. let me guess, you want me to get you out of there, right?”
❝ 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.
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