#freewood?

Are we there yet?

23 times. 23 fucking times he had asked that in the last half hour.

Vagabond and the ever increasingly annoying Golden Boy were working their way through a maze of dimly lit crusty abandoned alleyways covered in amateur graffiti painted over by varying shades of blood and awful smells coming from god knows where after being sent off by Geoff to “Talk to some people” as he would put it.

An assignment that roughly translates to “Track down a couple of men and make them talk”

A task like this was usually an in and out type of case if it weren't for the twinkish twat currently trailing behind him asking every 5 goddamned seconds-

“Are we there yet?”

“For the 24th time Gavin- no we're not there yet. Now shut your mouth you're gonna draw attention.” The Vagabond lightly growled and gripped the blade of his knife to alleviate some stress

He made a mental promise to himself to ditch his partner's ass in the next dumpster he saw when he was interrupted by yet another complaint.

“I just don't see why we both need to go to this shitting thing, you are more than capable to do this on your own. For god sakes, you kill people for fun.” Gavin finished his rant with a shudder.

The gunman rolled his eyes.

“You know we have to follow protocol or it'll be both our asses, sides’ I'm sure the guys just wanted to rid you for a few hours” He smiled and took joy in the pouty face Goldie gave him. It stayed quiet for all of two minutes when a voice spoke backup

“Ryaaan when will we-”

A heavy hand clamped over his mouth and forced him back onto the alleyway wall

“Do not call me that” Ryan kept his hand pinned against his friend's mouth- effectively silencing any form of communication. Gavin's whole body was shaking and his eyes were wide in shock under his sunglasses. He was completely frozen stuck staring into the almost sickeningly blue eyes of the state's most wanted psychopath.

He was momentarily drowning in the overtaking seas of blue in his killer's eyes, ringlets of deep blue waved over the sky like background of his iris to complete a jewel-like effect. He was enraptured until he was reminded of the hand and knife still inches from his face. 

Ryan… The Vagabond felt his partner's shallow breaths wash over his hand. He took pity and removed his hand.

Gav stood still and took one deep breath and held it waiting for the next move. He felt pure horror fill him head to toe as the mercenary grabbed him by the waist and hauled him over a sturdy shoulder

The Golden ray of sunshine flailed and attempted to wriggle out of the seemingly unbreaking grasp

“Wot-hey! What in the name of the Queen are you doing?!”

The mercenary smiled and hid a laugh

“If you're gonna act like a child I will treat you as a child” he affirmed

Goldie huffed but didn't say anything.