WHO Will Scarlet & the Sheriff WHEN Friday afteroon WHERE a shed WHAT Sheriff exacting some retribution WARNINGS feelings of claustrophobia I guess
Will Scarlet had his earbuds in, so he didn't hear anyone moving towards him as he packed up his tools at the end of his shift.
He'd asked to leave early today- in fact, he had to leave early. His parole check-in was in 45 mintues. As much as he had an exterior of bravado in not seeming to care if his words affected his status as a free man, he was deeply repelled by the idea of being locked up again. Missing a check-in was a parole violation, and violations meant being called back. And now that he had a sort of life opening up with all the gang, and Robin needed him there, and exploring this whole thing with the good Friar, well, it didn't bear thinking about.
Will dropped his knapsack with his keys, jacket, and phone on the path, pulled his earbuds out, and stepped into the shed to put the toolbox away. It was an ugly kind of shed, built of breezeblock with a corrigated iron roof, a metal wash basin at the back and metal shelves for tools along the side. A single window let some light in. Will didn't like being in it, as it reminded him a little too uncomfortably of being behind bars, but he hummed to himself as he put away the tools and gloves he'd been using, then dusted his hands off on his jeans and turned to leave.
There was a man standing in the doorway, and he hadn't been prepared. He stopped dead and stared, his heart thudding through his boots. He knew who it was instantly.