Looks like there'll be trouble.
Miika's hand went to one of his guns in a holster and he tightened his grip around the metal. Ever-so-slowly and stealthfully, he crept out of the shadows closer toward the place where the Enforcer and the kid were. Still out of sight of the two (he hoped), but within range, he stopped, back against the chrome wall of a building.
The assassin watched the Enforcer intently, ready to fire if she tried anything.
The kid may not be totally innocent, he thought. But I'm not gonna let that power-hungry freak hurt him.
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"Biting my trewand pen, beating myselfe for spite,
Fool, said my Muse to me, looke in thy heart, and write."
- Sir Philip Sidney
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