He sighed with a cigarette between his lips as he walked down an alley, his clothes still a bit covered in blood and his green eyes lazily scanned around the alley I'm getting too old for this shit. He sighed taking a long drag off his cigarette, the smoke filling his lungs was calming, he heard a noise making him jump back caught off guard and saw a glass bottle roll from beside a trash can Who ever you are come out... His hand slowly reached for the gun in his waist band