That's enough of that though. I'm don't usually complain.
If he does, I doubt seeing the barrel of a gun will do anything for him.
Being told that you excel in only one thing can be quite.. troublesome in the long run.
He shouldn't be too difficult to spot. *She continues walking.* You seem to keep strange company.
*She scoffs* It must be nice, having a choice of what you can do. Being able to say "Nah, I don't fe ... [more]
I don't suppose you have a spare tranquillizer? if it's one of your old "friends" I don't think I'll ... [more]
*She reaches for her pistol, noticing the change in his body language.* What is it?
Have you not considered a career change? *She walks down the path, continuing her journey.*
*Confusion crosses her face* No, he's still alive, why would you think he was dead? He was an except ... [more]
You don't appear to be too enthralled by it.
A mercenary I used to serve alongside. He had a big mouth and an attitude to match as well.
Suit yourself. *She doesn't seem eager to pursue the subject as she readies herself to start jogging ... [more]
Please don't mix me up with assassins. I'm a soldier. *She turns away again.* You remind me of someo ... [more]
A weak excuse. *She glances up the path.* I'd have thought you'd be constantly training.
*She lets out a hollow laugh* So if there's a mine, it'll get me first and you can watch me disappea ... [more]