There was no reason to be subtle now, taking long bold strides to catch up to Peter. But even as he did, he didn't make nearly as much noise as the average person might crashing through a forest path. Years of training, leaving him quiet without conscious effort. But now it was an intentional quiet, a dangerous quiet, as opposed to the timid and terrified quiet of his youth.
He let out a soft laugh, as if he actually found Peter's harsh words funny. "There you go, ruining my punch line," he said with a sigh. "It was supposed to end with me saying something like 'but this could kill you faster.'" And there was the all too audible click of a safety being flicked off on the gun he'd pulled from the back of his jeans.
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Date: 2016-05-03 09:53 am (UTC)He let out a soft laugh, as if he actually found Peter's harsh words funny. "There you go, ruining my punch line," he said with a sigh. "It was supposed to end with me saying something like 'but this could kill you faster.'" And there was the all too audible click of a safety being flicked off on the gun he'd pulled from the back of his jeans.