002 Rounds in the Clip | Video
I've got someone's shit. [ It's the first thing he says once the video screen flickers on. He looks a little less worse for wear; at least all the cuts he had were cleaned up and healing, face washed and his sweater only mildly frayed where it can be seen at his neck. A glance to the side before back, leaning back against the side of what looks like a desk. Something he's apparently nonplussed about. ] Knife. [ He flashes it to the screen, raising an eyebrow; doesn't indicate who it's been addressed too-- assumes the person will know when they see it and doesn't want 'friends' coming to claim it. ]
Which brings me to an important question; Did anyone get anything of mine? [ His jacket... guns... anything? He can hope, right? It's easy to feel a bit naked without them-- after the past four months. Clearing his throat he speaks up again; ] I've got myself a set up in an office building. [ Some disgruntled mumbling that mostly consists of 'fucking cubicles', ] It's the one with the broken window facing South. Or what I would assume is South.
Which brings me to an important question; Did anyone get anything of mine? [ His jacket... guns... anything? He can hope, right? It's easy to feel a bit naked without them-- after the past four months. Clearing his throat he speaks up again; ] I've got myself a set up in an office building. [ Some disgruntled mumbling that mostly consists of 'fucking cubicles', ] It's the one with the broken window facing South. Or what I would assume is South.