“They had it coming.” (Talonagent-0007)
@talonagent-0007
Darius had his back facing towards Byte, not at all noticing that they were behind him. His hands were gloved, but the blood of his most recent murder was splattered all over his iron pressed plaid shirt, and even on the surgical mask he clings dearly onto, after all the blood was pretty much everywhere on his body. At least the familiar red shade won’t be staining his hands anytime soon. He was heaving, his lungs burning after fighting off his attacker gruesomely. Sadly, the only weapons he had on hand was some tools for body dismemberment, as he was helping a fellow professor with a cadaver that was donated to the University. The body saw in his hand dripping blood told exactly how the other had died.
It wasn’t ideal that another agent of Talon wanted to kill him while he was working late at night in his office. He guessed his name was still on some sort of hit list, but only for those with a personal vendetta. Darius groaned, making note to bleach the room before he left. He coughed, slowly turning to face the other the best he could as he leaned up against one of the lab tables in the room. “I bet, they did,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “...and why do you come in after them, Agent 0007?” His tone was somewhat teasing, however he was still suspicious.
