Aug 30, 2020
who did this to you? -fox @ hank
Hank eyed Fox around the clothe she held to her nose before scoffing quietly. “That bastard who was supposed to handle the trade off,” she answered. She’d gone to meet him, left the hole in the wall apartment they’d been staying in since arriving in Cyprus, the statue tucked under her jacket. As soon as it had been in his hands, his fist connected with Hank’s nose and she swore she could hear the bones crunch.
The clothe which once was white was now soaked in blood. She sighed deeply and went over to the sink to rinse it. “This is why I never trust anyone, the damn bastard.” No the statue was missing and lord knows how they would ever find it again.