#(( salesa; bleeding out & after peter fucking banished a man: what are we ))

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[ PROTECT ] ( Mikeale 👀 ) - solused

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Salesa was careful.  He prided himself of toeing the line when it came to this business, knowing the temperaments of usual buyers and sellers, having the perfect words to get what he needed.  Being 6′7 and built like a brick wall did not hurt matters either; few people wanted to test their mettle.  However, he knew this seller, expected an easy transaction.  Peter was only invited along on a lark - a way of teasing the captain.

What he did not expect was to have his money taken and then being promptly shot. 

For a moment there was no pain.  Then it exploded through his right shoulder, jolting through every nerve.  Even with lack of use in his right arm, he was about to show what he did with backstabbers when it registered that the man was... gone. 

Vision going blurry now that there was no imminent threat, Salesa looked at Peter.  “Didn’t... didn’t see that coming.”  Whether that was about being betrayed or Peter protecting ( what other word was there for what happened? ) him, even he didn’t know.  He clutched his shoulder, warm, slick blood oozing between his fingers. 

“H-help me to the ship, will ya?”