"Saying I'm jinxing us is just asking for trouble!" He yelled. He ran down the road, motioning for her to follow. "Stop being a pain." He told her. "This isn't the place for this." He dictated, increasing his pace. For a 250 lb man, he was extremely fast.
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After about half an hour, they reached a small town. "This is the place." He told her. "Now tell me- how will your friends react to seeing me again?"
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"You know that if it comes down to it, I will kill them." He warned her. "Survival of the fittest, Ness." He followed her as they walked to the warehouse.
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"Fine." He muttered indignantly. "Just go knock on the d*mn door already."
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James stepped back, readying his gun.
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James leveled his gun at the door, ready for the worst.
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"Not a chance, son." He said gruffly.
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James walked in slowly, his gun ready, but not pointed at anyone, He stepped cautiously. Everyone here was younger than him. Everyone.
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"To where, son?" He asked, his enormous figure towering over the boy.
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He gave her a look of indignant agreement. "Thank you for cooperating, kid." He brushed past him roughly, heading for the stairs. He dropped his stuff in a corner, including his rifle. He took off his outershirt, leaving his undershirt. He buckled his pistol to his leg and began to climb the stairs to the roof.
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James reached the rooftop and began to look around, wondering where Bell and Lucy had gone. "Ness, come on. You're supposed to be good at this stuff." He taunted, jumping from roof to roof.
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"Lucy! Bell!" James called out, still dashing.
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"Not to me." He countered with a grin.
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"Oh sh*t." James exclaimed, leveling his gun to Bell's head. "Put the gun down. I won't miss. You know that"
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"I will f*cking shoot you!" He warned. He had killed before.
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"Ladies first." He said coldly, staring down the boy.
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"Seventy-four in the past two days." He challenged. "Thousands in the last months. Killing is my profession." He finally lowered the gun and extended his hand. "I'm James."
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(Bruh what)
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(Ok)
"Are you gonna shake my hand or not, kid?" He asked gruffly.
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(That's more of a guideline than a plot. I made Windtalker to be the gov agent/antagonist, according to the plot)