Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160909223421/@comment-26571677-20160913041831

The man wearing the red bandanna kneeled down low at the skylight, camouflaged by the heavier rain, and the dark sky. It was cold outside, but he was accustomed to this life, he hadn't had a real lace to stay ever since he left Beacon, and for his part, mostly just wandered around nowadays.

*Click*

His gun was primed, and Dust looked down the scope, breathing in and out slowly, slower, and slower. He marked his target, and squinted his eyes as his finger tightened on the trigger.

He watched the woman take a partner by the hand, and felt a momentary pang of regret as it reminded him of his former partner. However, this was not Danika, and she was most certainly no friend to him.

''It's just a job. Finish it, get home, get paid, drink off to another monster wiped off the face of Remnant. Just like usual, old boy.''

The girl swirled, the music became livelier, and out of nowhere, a deafening boom of thunder echoed out, hiding the crisp bang if a gunshot, and the silent shattering of glass as a bullet flew towards the target's head, too fast for anybody to see.