#spitbullets

@spitbullets - chris is here for a punch

Ah, crap. 

Maybe he should’ve listened to the old bat when she mentioned that his recent hunting of the sun people didn’t go unnoticed. Maybe he should’ve been a bit more careful and actually cleaned up his mess. But bioterrorism? 

Shit, what the hell were they getting into now? 

Manny tried his best to shake the thought off and at least act like he was listening to his boss do the introduction and discussion for purpose of the visit. Hell, he was even proud of the fact he had at least a bit of sensibility to hold a hand out for a proper greeting. 

            '𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐏' 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇 [@spitbullets]

      it was quiet now - quiet enough to make barrett's ears start ringing. the kind of oppressive SILENCE that would fool most men into believing they were safe. but truly, it was the silence that barrett was more worried about. at least when things were exploding, he knew where the enemy was.

      his breaths & soft thudding steps weren't quite enough to ease the ringing in his ears. barrett longed to find the main road, hoping to find a landmark that would point him in the direction of exfil.

      but as of now, he'd be LUCKY to make it in time. the other shadows may just count him KIA & leave before any more follow the same fate.

            " fuckin' backroads bullshit.... "

      but a sound forces his focus away from his unfamiliar surroundings. a single, quiet scrape of boot on concrete, but it was enough to have barrett spinning the barrel of his rifle in its direction.

      it never found it. not before somebody grabbed it, forced it to aim at the sky, & attempted to wrench it FREE from barrett's grip. but his adrenaline still ran hot - his knee jerked up with barely a second thought, slamming into the stomach of the shadow who attacked him.

      no, not a shadow. not his PREFERRED kind, anyway. shadows don't usually have mohawks.