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Post by Shepherd on Sept 26, 2016 18:04:17 GMT -8
“Get comfortable in here, because when the others get back, you guys are gonna be doing a lot of time in jail,” the guard said, mustering the most confidence of all of them, but his meekness shone through.
Nellis felt truly sorry for them, and apologetic for his own part in this, as he was beginning to realise that this was not a noble quest to rescue someone from prison. He should have known, judging by the stranger—now known as Cassius—he likely did not make the soundest decisions. But here Nellis was, standing before what was present of the guardsmen, aiming a firearm at their heads. His fingers played haphazardly over the trigger guard, eyes searching the details of each mousy face, invisible to them.
“Probably true,” Nellis agreed with the guard, “but I’d rather not.” With that, released the guards from his sights, keeping his pistol at hand but relaxed at his side, and walked quietly toward Cassius, who was intent on beating a man to death. Nellis reached out reluctantly to the man, but did not touch him, and said calmly, “Probably shouldn’t kill him, if you need him.”
He turned toward the exit and began to make his way in that direction, pausing, “Hey lady? Should probably go now, if you value your freedom—you two, as well, c’mon now”—again with that fake, tepid western drawl. “You can bring him with us, if you can’t get it out of him, after all,” Nellis was too invested now, and recognizing that this Ronnie kid might have been in real trouble, felt it was necessary to ‘get him back’, as it were. “The faster we get on the move, the faster we get Ronnie.”
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