"I left him in a pool of blood and claimed some vagrant had done it." "You what?" "Blamed it on an innocent ...

I left him in a pool of blood...

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"I left him in a pool of blood and claimed some vagrant had done it."

"You what?"

"Blamed it on an innocent beggar sleeping on the side."

"Who knows?" 

"Just you." 

She didn't appreciate having this knowledge, "What's next?"

"Same as always. Nothing has changed."

"You killed the leader of the resistance and think nothing has changed."

"Nothing has changed for me. I don't care about this war anyway. My life is the same."

She stared in disbelief. "There he is. There is the famous Johnny 'selfish' Gunns."

He polished off the whiskey in front of him. "Hey, I didn't ask for this!" 

"Whatever Johnny." She turned to leave the bar. A dart whizzed through the air, targeted for her neck. Johnny leapt in front of her and caught it with his fingers. The marksman must have been a rookie for thinking that would slip past Johnny's watch.

He hauled her to the floor. He showed her the dart. "Someone knows."

"Who?" Her head jittered with fear

As he shrugged the dart began to flash. Johnny's heart sank. He tossed it in the air and braced them for an explosion.

Nothing. 

The dart landed back on the floor a metre away from them. A message had come out of the tip in the form of a tiny flag. 

Can Johnny come out to play?








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