second floor common room ; saturday afternoon
Sam didn't know what kind of safe house this was but if it prevented him from getting shot again, he'd take it. He'd been through so much since agreeing to testify against that gang from back home who'd smuggled emeralds, blown up the docks (but they'd quickly been rebuilt, don't worry), kidnapped small children with teddy bears and killed people while laughing.
Evily.
Witnessing those atrocities had gotten him a bullet in the hip and a one way trip into witness relocation. Now, he was here, limping around the common room to try and find something to eat. Every little noise made him jump and every little voice sounded like Little Big Bubba, the leader of the Ducklings.
The names were ironic since the gang was so violent. You know how it was. Sam wasn't even Sam anymore. No one could find out his true identity. Everyone was a weakness. He couldn't be found out. Or he would...DIE!
[Open, of course!]
Evily.
Witnessing those atrocities had gotten him a bullet in the hip and a one way trip into witness relocation. Now, he was here, limping around the common room to try and find something to eat. Every little noise made him jump and every little voice sounded like Little Big Bubba, the leader of the Ducklings.
The names were ironic since the gang was so violent. You know how it was. Sam wasn't even Sam anymore. No one could find out his true identity. Everyone was a weakness. He couldn't be found out. Or he would...DIE!
[Open, of course!]