| Mr_No said: Dylan Sommers
While on top of the crate, he jumped once towards the entrance, but couldn't reach it. Second time, he nearly grasped the edge. "Third time's the charm." He then jumped a bit higher and managed to grasp the edge. Dylan grunted as he hoised himelf up into the shaft. As he got inside, he saw a guy in a black sweatshirt. He seemed surprised, and nervous. Dylan, on the other hand, was all smiles. His bloodshot eyes made him look like a maniac. "Well, well, well... what do we have here? A stowaway..." Dylan unholstered his Beretta. |
"Hello, I'm Simon," Simon responded, shakily repeating his introduction from earlier, but doubting that it would have the same effect. "Uhh, please put the gun down?"
Admittedly his current situation was hard to explain, and the last thing he wanted was a fight in this small passageway with a guy like this, who seemed verifiably insane. Unfortunately, he just couldn't find the words to convince this guy to leave him alone. Simon quietly slipped one hand underneath the vent between them and the other into his pocket of bullets, so if this maniac made another move, he would have a quick exit.
