[!] Warning, guns and violence [!] =========[< credits >]======== ➤ code: @CapitanFluffy ➤ art: @OddballCat ➤ OC: Dragon (Mine, my dog in an AU) ➤ song: Teminite - A New Dawn
Motive is high so here: He was supposed to camp the site until the terrorist showed up. He kept the pistol loaded in one hand and some ammo in the other, not trusting what were to happen. Based on the case files, this guy was unpredictable, and he had last been seen near here and the officers had tracked tire skid marks to this old abandoned concrete structure. He dashed in and checked around. There was lots of colorful graffiti, but that wasn't anything out of the ordinary. And lots of garbage. He checks the pistol ammo again. Still there. he quickly ran though the building and looking for the guy. No sign of him. Then it was a blur. A ticking noise filled the tips of my ears. A colorless explosion filled my eyes as I was blasted backwards and out a window, my gun flying out of my hands. When I woke, my ears ringed harder than ever and my whole body hurt to the point where I couldn't think straight. A voice was yelling from my belt. The walkie-talkie. "Dragon. Dragon. Report immediately. Dragon!" [4 months later] I'm still recovering in the hospital. I apparently was really jacked up. The guy is still out there. And now I'm wondering- Am I too old for this? Is it time to give up? If I couldn't detect that bomb in the building, maybe I'm not good enough anymore? Maybe I should get an easier job. Retire from bounty hunting. Start a family. And if my nightmares are right.. I could die soon. I'm too young to die. 47? Not a good number. But still... I'm so tired rn
