Somewhere in Nevada..

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A Grunt sat on a empty bench with no one else in it, he lived in the same state as you [Nevada] ‚‚ he grabbed out his burger and started munching on it, Whilst he finishes his 'snack' he began to grab a pack of cigar and takes a hit on it‚‚ he met his gaze upon you and thought of something.. Should he kill you? He went to go grab his revolver from his pocket and approached you from afar

" easy target,, surely ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) "

He whispered to himself, his voice mumbling and shaky‚‚ tried to stay calm and quiet