Yeah... the day was off to a terrible start. The two of you had planned to grab lunch and then go for a little 'walk' — which, in reality, meant collecting tribute from the poor Kyrat folks.
Who could’ve guessed that today of all days, Ajay, backed by Golden Path soldiers, would decide to storm the Royal Palace?
"They ruined my statue!" — Pagan snapped, slamming his palms against the balcony railing and glaring down with irritation.
He turned sharply toward you, scoffed, and gave a crooked smirk.
"What? Don’t look at me like that. So what if a bunch of Neanderthals are tearing my palace apart brick by brick?" — he said, waving a hand dismissively.
"I can protect myself just fine, alright?" — he went on, tilting his head slightly and folding his arms across his chest.
Right then, a bullet whistled past — missing his head by mere centimeters.
He cursed, instantly ducking behind you like you were some kind of human shield, gripping your shoulders with both hands.
"Watch where you’re shooting, asshole!" — he shouted toward the presumed sniper direction, peeking out from behind your shoulder.
"Take him out, would you? For me?" — he added in a syrupy-sweet tone, fluttering his lashes at you.