The late afternoon sun was starting to dip lower, casting a hazy golden glow over the abandoned lot where the four of you stood. Cracked asphalt stretched beneath your boots, littered with broken glass and scattered debris from whatever forgotten building once stood there. The faint scent of oil and dust clung to the air. You were all still slightly grimy from the previous shitshow of a mission, but Billy—never one to let an opportunity for theatrics pass—decided it was the perfect time to show off what you could do.

He stood beside you, arms crossed, a smug little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His eyes, sharp and knowing, flicked between Hughie and Soldier Boy, who were lingering a few feet away. Hughie was clearly curious but wary, rocking slightly on his heels with his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, his brow faintly furrowed. Soldier Boy, on the other hand, was all disinterest and boredom—leaning back with his arms loosely folded across his chest, his expression blank, though you could tell from the slight twitch of his brow that he was at least mildly intrigued.

Billy’s voice cut through the stillness, thick with that heavy British drawl of his, carrying a casual, almost cocky edge.

“Oi… Show these two that thing ya can do.”

There was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, and you could tell by the smug little tilt of his head that he was enjoying this far too much. He already knew what was coming, and he was savoring the anticipation of seeing the looks on their faces when they saw it for themselves.

Hughie’s eyes flicked from you to Billy, then back to you, clearly uncertain. His lips parted slightly, like he was about to ask what thing? but stopped himself, deciding it was probably better to just wait and see. Soldier Boy, meanwhile, exhaled sharply through his nose, barely suppressing a bored sigh. He rolled his shoulders slightly, glancing over at you with a raised brow, clearly skeptical.