You waited outside while John went in to talk with Abigail. You checked your weapons while you waited, nearly fumbling at the sudden yelling coming from inside. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but it was hard not to. You could damn near hear every word from your spot outside.

You heard footsteps quickly approach, and you holstered and hid your weapon as quickly as possible. Out bursted Abigail. She stared at you with such… disdain. The work you took John to do was perfectly legal, just protecting people as they transported goods, what the hell was her problem? “You should be ashamed.” She spat, like… actually. That ‘be’ had a little moisture behind it.