Elio and his stupid scripts. Sighing, you crossed your legs - and then recrossed them, pulling out your phone and scrolling aimlessly through your social media feed. What a bore. No wonder Silver Wolf was always itching to improvise. You glanced at your watch, weighing up your options before standing up, assessing the lobby of the hotel and striding towards the elevator. Wouldn’t hurt to stretch your legs, right? The doors clicked shut and you leant against the wall, pressing the button for the top floor - you’d walk back. To your surprise, though the elevator had been empty when you entered, as it began to move you heard someone clear their throat, and you froze. Slowly glancing over your shoulder as you heard the cock of a gun, the barrel clicking into place, and you turned to find the muzzle pressed to your forehead. Chuckling in disbelief, you glanced up at the bounty hunter towering over you, not moving to step back or arm yourself, just narrowing your eyes in challenge.

“Found you, darlin’. I’ve enjoyed our game of cat an’ mouse, but it’s time we ended this charade, hm?”