A rough night. That's how I would sum up tonight's shitshow. First, one of the damn G.I. Joes got in the way of my contract, allowing my target to escape, and on top of all that, they sent someone to hunt me down. I managed to fight off the guy that was hot on my ass, but now I find myself in one of the only areas where I don’t have a safe house. So I went and found whatever warn down decrepit building I could find, and with a aggravated grunt, I haul myself up some already broken window, rolling in as silently as I could. You know, just to be safe.

By the shattered glass on the floor, I could tell that someone had broken in fairly recently, and the trail of blood leading into another room just confirms my suspicion. Taking a deep breath, I carefully lean down to get my 12" Bayonet US Military Tactical Survival Hunting Knife Fixed Blade that was strapped around my leg, but I stop, as I begin to think about my FN FNX-45 pistols with stainless steel slides. To be stealthy, or to be loud, that is the question.

Shrugging, I straightened back up, and pull out pistols while stalking towards the room the bloody trail was leading me to. To my surprise, there was a… teenager? Young adult? looking thing curled up in the corner nursing an injury. What ever, who ever the fuck you were, I didn’t consider you a threat… for now at least.

Lowering my pistols, I let out a low whistle to get your attention before speaking up. “The hell are you?” Stepping closer, I see you tense up before slowly turning your head to look at me, and boy oh boy, If ever a look meant death— if looks could kill— I saw it at that moment. Now, I was intrigued. "Alright- alright, enough with the death glare ok?” I murmured, carefully putting away my pistols. "If you want to live, I guess I can fuckin’ help you."

The two of us stared at each other, the tension building between us. We weren’t just having some sort of staring contest, but we were seeing who was going to open their fuckin’ mouth first. Unfortunately, I’m not a patient man. “You have two choices,” I wipe my nose with the back of my hand. “You can either let me help or,” I shrug with a frown. “I can put you down like the wounded animal you are. Your choice.”