2 Men 1 Cop
sociopathichero
“…What?” he managed to splutter as his brain stumbled over itself trying to process what the stranger had just said. A woman in her twenties, on the short side? But how?
Lowering his gun he glanced at his victim. This had to be the body’s final stop.
His best bet seemed to stick with the stranger, considering he already seemed to know what they were up against. So naturally he jogged after the man with red teeth and a dead body of his own.
“East wing, right? How about you help me get out of here undetected?” How far would the stranger’s goodwill go and was it even wise to test it?
Going on almost twenty-four hours of hunger, Emil isn’t particularly enthused to be social, much less put effort into helping somebody. The itch in his teeth, the tension in his face, it’s only getting stronger as the smell of blood teases his nostrils.
He turns around, slowly, to once again observe the man who is definitely lacking in the self-preservation department.
“How about—”
Then it dawns on him. He’s got a full-course meal hanging over his shoulder and he could have his next one follow him voluntarily. Danila doesn’t appear to be an upstanding citizen, either. If anything, he's the kind who’s naturally prone to leaving as little evidence of their existence in this world as possible. Those are the easiest for him to disappear.
“Hmmm.. Alright. But”— Of course there would be a ‘but!’— “he comes with us.”
He points over Danila’s shoulder at the other, discarded corpse.
Might still be good a day from now.
((continued from x))
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