SeanTheGrid
One Time Luck
The nearly bone-thin demolitionist clambers to the front of the bus, cigarette sticking through the hole a filter would normally screw into. He looks about, tapping his superior on the shoulder as he tries to climb into the front seat.
"Hey. You got any spare rounds I can steal?"
The man really doesnt seem to be too concerned about the entire situation, muscles relaxed and his tone indicating that he's.... Bored? Huh. He stretches in his seat, bundle of dynamite secured between his thighs.
"Hey. You got any spare rounds I can steal?"
The man really doesnt seem to be too concerned about the entire situation, muscles relaxed and his tone indicating that he's.... Bored? Huh. He stretches in his seat, bundle of dynamite secured between his thighs.