Who: Anton Chigurh & X What: The cattle gun makes it first appearance When: Early Evening Where: Downtown some back ally Rating: slightly high Anton wasn’t one who wandered often so he was making his way to temporary lodging, he was sure he would find a way out of Los Angeles. The assassin wasn’t fully accepting of the situation his will haven’t been involved nor had fate lead him here yet here he was. He had been informed that mysterious beings calling themselves ‘the powers to be’ and ‘the senior partners’ had pulled him there. The question was which was involved in his case personally, was it good or evil that had picked him as a soldier in their little war? There were many question that lingered in his mind but Anton showed nothing on his face that could be labeled as confusion or distress, he was emotional blank. Gently he eased the new shotgun hidden in a long box beneath his arm and dragged the air tank upon his wheels forward, cutting an unusual appearance as he limped faintly along. He was quite aware he was being followed, stalked by predators who like a tiger or lion in the bush tailed a limping beast believing it to be easy prey. They had made a grave error. One of the two men drew a knife; the click of it made Anton twisted his head upwards to look at the source. The thug sneered moving to approach him “Give up all you got…” Anton merely stared at him with his dark eyes at first only seeming to upset the men more “I said gives all you got freak!” he yelled into Anton’s face.
Finally he moved setting the box down quite taking his time still no reaction to a knife being shown to him. His behavior seemed to puzzle the would be thieves, who muttered things like ‘can you believe this guy?’ The assassin lifted the end of the piping that lead out of the air tank, at last addressing the knife guy “Would you do me a favor?” The guy furrows his brow “what?! I said give me your money asshole NOW!” again he yelled trying to show he was serious. Anton paid no mind merely showing him the nuzzle of the pipe, which only confused him more “what’s that….what the hell are you doing?!” He lightly pressed it to his forehead “Just stand still for a moment…” The air rushes through with a hiss and the man’s brain made a disgusting splat sound against the nearest brick wall. His body dropping at his feet, a surprised expression his final look as death took him. His buddy was horrified; he was rooted to the spot from shock. Anton gently stepped over the dead man at his feet; approaching the alone thug “Have you ever bet on a coin toss?” the man’s bright eyes took in the still unfeeling killer in front of him “What?” he said surprised by the question. Thinking he didn’t understand Anton repeated “Have you ever bet on a coin toss?” Gently the man nodded his head at the question clearly scared out of his mind. Chigurh drew out a quarter and flipped it in the air; dropping it on his upper hand “Call it” he stated meeting the man’s gaze. The man was visibly trembling with terror as he finally spoke ‘tails?” Anton lifted his palm, revealing he had made the wrong choice it was heads. He exhaled a breath through his nostrils as he moved towards the white long box; he opened it and drew out a shotgun with a silencer on the end.