Outside the Freedom Arms | Saturday Morning

[no_i_in_york]

Life worked in weird ways. In no way did York know how he got from being a super soldier to a small time burglar to the owner of a gun store but here he was. He stood outside the Freedom Arms with a lone suitcase by his side, looking up at the joint

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[worstofalltime]

Well, hopefully York was expecting company on his first day. Highly paranoid company with guns. And paranoia.

Did we mention paranoid?

Wash checked the perimeter of the shop before selecting the best entry point (the front door) before sneaking in with rifle ready.

"York?" he asked, voice going up high and almost screechy at the end.

[no_i_in_york]

"Wash?" Yes, York said that even as he was raising his pistol. Because he wasn't going to be the unarmed one here even if he highly doubted Wash would shoot. It was how he'd greet any Freelancer he saw, really.

"That's Wash, right?" York mumbled to Delta.

"It does look like Agent Washington," Delta agreed. "Though it is entirely possible someone has killed him and taken his armor."

[worstofalltime]

"Yes, it's me." No need to get snippy, Wash.

[no_i_in_york]

"Well it's been awhile." He wasn't going to put the gun down until you did, Wash.