by That_One_Guy » Sun Jul 24, 2011 7:04 am
Garian heard the yells of Hurati, calling into the shop in which he had gotten into and waited, seated on a chair behind a metal counter, watching the door, his Desert Eagle, loaded with his .50 caliber rounds, aimed at head level, his silence was trained, not a single speck moved off of him, this man wanted him to come out with his hands up, helpless, but the man outside will have no choice but to come in if he is in need of something.
Earlier, not too long ago, he had made his way to the tool shop and heard rumbling inside of it, he cleanly opened the door, as silent as a mouse hunting for food, and saw two people that practically looked like bandits, he had tried to be friendly with them, he told them not to move, not to make a sound, but instead they reached for their weapons, a pipe and a hatchet, but they never learned the first and foremost rule of a fight: Never bring a knife, or in this case a melee weapon, into a gun fight. He shot both of them through the chest with a .50 round, forgetting to switch ammo types, the rounds blasted a hole in both of them, but it got the job done.
Now he sat here waiting, waiting to see who makes the first move, him or this man outside.