Aftermath | Closed RP for beastofbullets
It wasn't an easy trek back to the shop with the unconscious assassin slung over his shoulder. His own energy was dwindling. He needed a hot meal and some rest, but he couldn't just let this guy run off after all.
He sighed and kicked the office doors open before stepping through. He carried Drake over to the sofa before dropping him down on it with a heavy exhale.
"Cerberus," he called out, voice commanding. His eyes picked up on a light blue-green glow in the corner and he walked over to the nunchaku, picking it up to bring back to the couch. "Got a job for you. I need you to hold this guy for me no matter what he does." The weapon glowed a little brighter and got colder to the touch, giving affirmation.
With that accomplished he wrapped two of the chains around his prisoner's wrists and up his arms, tying them behind his back. The last one he twined once around his neck, hoping that would deter any escape attempts, he wasn't sure he wanted to go another full-on round with the guy. He was pretty tough. He also seemed to be healing up well from their last fight.