Empty Chambers || Murphy x Kincaid
If I wanted to visit a place with tight confines and a high risk of death by infection I’d just visit your Wizard.
A barely-visible door opened a hair halfway down the alley, his eyes looking out into the clear winter night, just listening. He stepped back away from the door and back into the darkness, leaving Murphy to join him at her own pace. He took up a defensive position inside the building just in case, slumped against one corner and holding a fully automatic pistol in his off hand. He’d had worse injuries than this, but even still this was more of his own blood than he’d seen in a long time.
Child.
Murphy watched as the door opened, frowning and watching Kincaid scan the night. What, did he think she'd bring assassins to his door? When he moved back she ducked inside, closing the door firmly and swinging the bag off of her shoulder as she walked.
"Shirt off. And start talking. What happened?"
