#[at last a starter 4 my favorite ferret boy..]

[malteseraven]

@bulletcaps

The body didn’t move. Blood seeped out, filling the cracks on the floor, and a shell casing lied spent and still, taking on a pinkish color under the room’s low, red lights. Another man was there, too. Alive. He had a rifle slung over his shoulder, bullet belts wrapped around his leg, and two .308s, two back ups, tucked into his hat. Fresh blood wasn’t splattered over his jacket. Not a bead of sweat was on him. 

Stone-cold professional. 

“And the cat’s out of the bag,” Valentine breathed, coming to a stop by the entrance. His face betrayed nothing, but the gears in his head turned. “This how you treat all your friends? Or did you skip the first-name basis?”