the other male pauses, eyebrows raising up very fast, mouth opening.
it was never this easy--- what.
"hold on hold on, just like that? no talk back---- no counter argument?"
a pause. and then .Μ².Μ².Μ²
β fine. cβmon, letβs go. β ,
getting up himself, car keys were soon grabbed. a door already headed for, β youβve been working nonβββstop anyway. β
- even let me hold it and here it is in the palms of a ticking timebomb' and muttering other things to himself, for the moment completely forgetting he has it pointed at him.
"yes i am, my name is remus blackwood, dso foresenic field agent--- wait a minute is that requiem---he gave YOU requiem??"
breaking his serious demeanor once he catches the sight of the gun in the light he all but curses, throwing up his hands and mumbling things like 'wont -
finger suffering a mild tremor
against the trigger, a dangerous game, suspicion yet remained a grander factor ; a gun only partially lowered.
β whoβββwho are you ? β , they didnβt look infected, yet could as well be one βΊ
-by him of all people.
" im good. i can finish this on my own, you should go scout the area just to make sure there aren't any more surprises."
he wouldnt meet the others gaze, already hearing 'coward' being slung in his mind right after.
" and let you hog all the a-attention? y-yeah right.."
the silver haired man lets out a gritted, wheezing chuckle, hissing from the added pressure to his bite wound. how had he let this happen; he was always so careful.
/always./
he doesnt remember thinking at the time, just
crouching down next to
@forensicsagent, a bandage was soon pulled out ; anotherβs arm already tended to. οΉ .Μ².Μ².Μ² οΉ silent, the gauze was already starting to be pulled around ; covering an ugly bite.
β next time βΊ
- thing this strain didnt infect through bite anymore or he would of thought the queasiness in his stomach was from that. with a grunt he uses his good arm to quickly move to stop the DSO agent from continuing, the bile in his throat rising from being looked over, especially -
he was on his way to his desk, having stopped by the small kitchen to grab a cup of a coffee and a snack bar. he raised an eyebrow in the males direction.
"damn do i look that young still? you would think 20 years or so of service would age you...
the grey hairs certainly did-
huh οΉ .Μ².Μ².Μ² οΉ ? gaze falling on the
unfamiliar figure, suspiciously so, his eyes yet started straying at last once more ; taking in his most recent surrounding.
β something like that. β , attention returned to the βΊ