@judasborn liked the injured starter call
Gemüse was running.
Small, short breaths were taken as he jogged through the streets, holding an arm over his side to help minimize the chances that someone spotted the blood dripping through the ripped fabric. He wasn’t in great shape, but it was nothing compared to what the other guys looked like. Dead men tell no tales, indeed.
In his other hand, a suitcase; plain black, basic, a three-digit combination lock on it. Essentially, he looked like a businessman, and that was exactly the cover he was going with.
He wasn’t as far away as he’d like to be; gunfire almost ensured that police would arrive, and he didn’t want to be there when they were, but the pain spiking through his chest and legs was enough to bring him pause. The moment he stopped moving, he basically folded in half, the suitcase coming to rest against the ground. Still, he was aware enough to notice someone nearby.
“Hey kid... Think you could... point me to the nearest pharmacy?”















