Re: Arcade: Gwen & Perry
Perry looked up at the walls, and then from side to side. He examined his senses and his feelings, and he again looked to see if he could detect light reflecting off glass, or any cameras. When he did not, he gave her a quick, mischievous smile, just to let her know her apologies and her lighthearted intent had smoothed any ripple in the conversation. He let the gun dangle from one hand and turned to one angle from her, pressing one sole of his tennis shoe to the wall nearest them. He tested his achilles tendon, and then his hamstrings, flexing a little like a runner about to sprint down the track.
He tried to keep his tone even. "Jason says it's owned by a really old conspiracy... cult, thing. He says it has been around forever, then he says he doesn't need any help, and he's gonna wage a one-man war or something like that." Perry's disdain for this idea was obvious--and ironic, considering his own style of doing things. He bent his knee and put his free hand out onto the wall, the gun in the other. He casually added the other foot onto the wall, and hung there, like a light sconce, his smile still in place. "Which, right, is pretty stupid. I'm worried he's gonna get you both caught."