|Wade Wilson (fully_loaded_) wrote in temporalmess,|
@ 2018-04-01 22:09:00
|The heavy desert eagle felt comforting hanging on his hip. He walked with the purpose of a man on his way to murder. And not just a pointless murder. A nice, planned, deserved sort of murder. He had spent the last few weeks locating every person vaguely linked to Ajax and his posse. It was cathartic. Plus, better to finish off whatever little gang they had going now, before some other poor schmuck ended up on the operating table getting the ever loving shit tortured out of them. |
And then, just as suddenly as he turned the corner into another street, Wade walked full force into a wall. Cursing explicitly he turned a full circle looking for the asshole that had leapt out with a sheet of polished metal, only to find himself inside a small, dimly lit box.
"What the actual fuck?" He murmured to himself, giving the wall an experimental knock, as if it was a hallucination. He unconsciously reached for his head to feel for any additional brain-piercing knives that might be unknowingly buried there. "I know I was planning a hell of a party to celebrate killing that dick, but I wasn't expecting to black out quite this much-"
Wade unholstered his gun in one fluid motion and pointed it straight ahead as the doors slid open.