Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-25828117-20170418230352

But so had Will. In his hand, not even on eye level but from the hip he held the silenced pistol he had confiscated earlier. Creating a stand-off situation. Making him look like a super spy from those old movies of before the war.

His eyes were like those of a wolf. Cold, focused and a little bit scary, he however said nothing. Waiting for his opponents to react. If he were to die here today, he'd take at least one of these two down with him. Not exactly how he imagined his run to end, but it was never going to be glorious. He was a dirty spy after all.