May 10, 2018
// continued from here | @fallensculs
“They may be stupid, Rocket, but we are outnumbered,” Quill still had his hands raised in surrender, palms open so they could see he was unarmed. There were still pistols in his thigh holsters, but no one had to know that (they would definitely know if they looked, but these people were stupid).
“Woah, shit, Rocket, did you have that on you the whole time? What the fuck! We went through very explosive minerals!” Slowly, as he spoke expositional dialogue as a distraction, Peter’s hands crept down to the level of his pistols. “Now!” Without warning, Peter pulled out the guns and started firing into the crowd, hoping that Rocket was smart enough to toss that bomb not too near to them.
