You stood upon the short brick wall of a bridge, looking over the rushing water below. You internally apologized to Bruno and everyone at the base right now. It was dusk, and the sunset was reflecting off your skin, adding a gentle warmth to it. With a breath, you move one foot forwards before hearing a voice behind you.

“Y’know, using a gun is a faster.”

From the voice you could tell it was your friend and teammate, Mista. He was leaning against the wall opposite to you, the faint smell of cigarettes on him.