Jun 13, 2021
@myraxrp
Mark walked through the parking garage. He was dressed to kill, or be killed in this instance. He pushed his red hair out of his face and waited for the PI to show up. They had been chasing him endlessly and while the games they played where fun, in his opinion, he knew they wouldn’t last. They were like Sherlock and Moriarty. Both too smart to let the games end when they would end, someone would be dead. He hoped for the best but he also was ready to die himself to make a point.
“About time,” he clicked his tongue hearing someone approach. “I was starting to think that I was playing this game by myself tonight. And that was going to be super boring.”