０８_| action locked to sam flynn;

[milesawayfrom]

[ If anyone had ever asked Desmond, he hadn't planned on Sam actually calling on the Brotherhood for some help. He figured the guy was pretty low-key and wouldn't need anyone really... taken care of. Then again, the Brotherhood did do more than just go after targets. Maybe he needed something done that took the skills of an assassin. Either way, Desmond makes his way to Flynn's Arcade with a scarf draped around his neck. His hands slip into his hoodie as he makes sure his handgun and blades are secure. Just in case.

Desmond slows his jog as he sees Sam head out of the arcade. He really does leave there, doesn't he? ]

Hey, Sam!