Dirk doesn’t really understand what is going on here. It hardly seems like a random attack. It definitely seems like it is none of his business. But it isn’t every day he happens across someone being accosted into a wall by the throat.
Stopping by the pair, his hands loosely in the pockets of his open hoodie, he watches the exchange. “That’s the way to do it. Send the body disposal duties up the chain. Although lye or acid are both pretty cheap and easily available. Just don’t get sloppy and leave pieces behind traceable to the original owner.”
Should he be suggesting ways for someone to rid themself of a corpse they made? Probably not. But corpses aren’t a permanent state of being around here for the victim, so he finds it far more difficult to feel bad about it.
Oh, a funny teen. Just great.
But, actually....the large man had turned to listen, chuckling over the child’s dark humor. Byron had no super human strength or special powers that would allow him to overthrow his captor, but, in place of his cane he now always brought along with him....
He twisted his wrist around, fumbling in his jacket pocket as inconspicuously as possible. Once he had a grasp on the vial he smashed it against his captors arm. The glass shards of the bottle dug into him and he grunted, dropping Byron.
He spouted off a snake species to the man. “If you’d like an anti-venom before your arm atrophies.” He added, before grabbing the boy by the crook of his arm and running.
Left, right, right, left -- He took a twisting, random route to hopefully throw off the enforcer. He stopped, clearly huffing for air in front of a cafe, letting the boy go. The adrenaline of the situation had made him previously unaware of his wound, but now it throbbed.
He also had gotten glass and poison on his hand. With his good hand he gestured towards the cafe.
“Young man, I’d be happy to buy you a refreshment for your assistance.” He waved his arm for the boy to follow him. The barista inside sharply inhaled when she saw Byron’s bleeding palm.
“Ma’am, I assume your establishment has a first aid kit? I require it. And, a Decaf Chai Latte, please. My name is Byron.”
He pointed to an open booth, indicating to the barista where he’d be sitting.
“I’ll be paying for this young man’s order as well.” He gave the boy a brief look. “Order anything you’d like.”
