DOW
The bark of Seven’s blaster broke the silence of the warehouse. Smoke leaked from the muzzle lazily as his heavy lidded eyes stared down at his latest work.
Why do I do this? He thought as that familiar tang of disgust welled up in the back of his throat. He swallowed it down as a thin trickle of blood seeped from one of the numerous cuts across his target’s body. The duro had been tough, but it didn’t matter how tough you were. Once someone started collecting their pound of flesh, answers always followed.
Jacen pulled his lighter and with a quick flick of his wrist lit up a cigarra as he set to cleaning up what was left of the Duro.
BRRRR-BRRRR-BRRR!
Jacen frowned. The burner phone in his pocket was going off. That was odd considering he was deep undercover in enemy territory. He debated ignoring the call, but his quest for answers had awakened his curiosity and he couldn’t help but pull the device. His baby blues scanned the iridescent screen and his frown adopted an air of appraisal before breaking into a small smirk.
“This actually looks kinda fun,” he said to no one.
Seven sat at the dining room table in the safehouse cleaning his weapons while smoking a cigarra. He was dressed in military BDU’s and a tank top. His gear was meticulously set up across the table, and he was cleaning the twin barrel of his RSFK. His glanced at the chrono on his wrist, his accomplice should be here any minute. He’d worked with Four back when he’d first been elevated to Cipher and he wasn’t sure if he was excited or anxious to see them again.
He wondered if any of his old contacts we’re still around… he wondered if any of his old wing were still around. Then he ashed his cigarra and let the memories of the past fall away. All that mattered was his current objective.
@Remileah
The bark of Seven’s blaster broke the silence of the warehouse. Smoke leaked from the muzzle lazily as his heavy lidded eyes stared down at his latest work.
Why do I do this? He thought as that familiar tang of disgust welled up in the back of his throat. He swallowed it down as a thin trickle of blood seeped from one of the numerous cuts across his target’s body. The duro had been tough, but it didn’t matter how tough you were. Once someone started collecting their pound of flesh, answers always followed.
Jacen pulled his lighter and with a quick flick of his wrist lit up a cigarra as he set to cleaning up what was left of the Duro.
BRRRR-BRRRR-BRRR!
Jacen frowned. The burner phone in his pocket was going off. That was odd considering he was deep undercover in enemy territory. He debated ignoring the call, but his quest for answers had awakened his curiosity and he couldn’t help but pull the device. His baby blues scanned the iridescent screen and his frown adopted an air of appraisal before breaking into a small smirk.
“This actually looks kinda fun,” he said to no one.
Seven sat at the dining room table in the safehouse cleaning his weapons while smoking a cigarra. He was dressed in military BDU’s and a tank top. His gear was meticulously set up across the table, and he was cleaning the twin barrel of his RSFK. His glanced at the chrono on his wrist, his accomplice should be here any minute. He’d worked with Four back when he’d first been elevated to Cipher and he wasn’t sure if he was excited or anxious to see them again.
He wondered if any of his old contacts we’re still around… he wondered if any of his old wing were still around. Then he ashed his cigarra and let the memories of the past fall away. All that mattered was his current objective.
@Remileah
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