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[bye_to_yer_head]

What. The bloody hell. Is going on?

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[bye_to_yer_head]

*He stops when he comes to an intersection. Trotting back and forth, trying to get the scent back. He ends up inadvertently sniffing her shoes. Oh hey... that smells nice... no wait. Back to work.*

[prpl_assistant]

[She can't help but giggle when he does that. But oh wait, yes, back to work.]

Can you find the scent? I know it's faint, but it's probably our best chance.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He whines and sits down next to her, ears drooping.*

[prpl_assistant]

[Oh, don't pull that face Sniper. She can't help but sit down next to him and give him those ear scratches.]

It's alright, you did a good job. Maybe we can follow one road and see where it leads. Hopefully you can pick up the scent again.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He barks and starts to get up to try again but then... oh yeah... that's nice. He leans into the skritches, closing his eyes.

Wait wait. Stop that. He pulls away from the hand petting him, but doesn't get up.*

[prpl_assistant]

[She smiles and gets up herself.]

Let's try that road. Maybe there's a clue somewhere.

[It's a gamble, but better than doing nothing.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He gets to his feet and puts his nose to the ground, sniffing around again, his tail wagging.

So far, nothing.*

Search montage?

[prpl_assistant]

[She doesn't give up either. She'll lead the Sniper around the place, in hopes of finding something. And that's when she suddenly realises something.

They might not be able to sniff out the RED Sniper. But whoever that man was, he was definitely very violent. He left the RED Sniper in a bloody mess.

He must smell of blood.]

Sniper. Can you smell blood anywhere? Not just the RED Sniper's, but anyone's.

/cues up the quirky music

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Oh. He hadn't really thought about that. Sniff sniff.. oh wait, that's her shoes again. He sniffs around before catching a scent and dashing off. He sniffs up to a closed door and barks.*

Eye of the tiger!!

[prpl_assistant]

[Quietly, she takes out her revolver and advances to the door carefully. She whispers to him:]

Can you smell anyone on the other side?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He sniffs again and shakes his head. He puts his cold nose on her hand and tries to wedge himself inbetween her and the door, just in case.*

[prpl_assistant]

[She nods grimly, gives him a pat on the head for reassurance, and then tries the door. Locked? No problem. She aims her gun at the lock and shoots it off, before she opens it slowly, gun point first.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He crouches down, slinking into the house looking around and sniffing more. He didn't see anything, but his eyesight as a dog wasn't quite that good. He didn't smell anything though. Except more blood.*

Are they going to find the gun?

[prpl_assistant]

[She carefully searches the area; it looks like no one's been home for awhile. She inches her way around the furniture, taking extra care not to bump into anything. Her footprints make very little sound as well.

Exploring the kitchen, she doesn't find anything out of the ordinary. It might be time to take it upstairs. She gestures to Sniper and points upwards.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He folds his ears back and crouches low to the ground as he climbs the stairs, once at the top his ears perk and he lets out a happy bark before darting into one of the rooms.*

[prpl_assistant]

[That can only be good news. She rushes in after him, making sure that the coast is clear. But is she happy to see that familiar rifle standing up against the wall.

If no one's come around to catch them by now, than it's probably safe to say they're safe. She keeps her revolver and carefully picks up the rifle. No wonder there was no smell of gunpowder; it hasn't been used in awhile. Probably the last time was when RED had it.

She grins down at Sniper.]

Good work Sniper. Let's get out of here, before the attacker gets back.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*There goes that tail wag again. He looks at it, still unsure how he's doing that, or more importantly how to make it stop.

But he barks agreeably and heads down the stairs, pushing the door open with his snout.*

[prpl_assistant]

[She gives the area one last look, before she runs out with him. She makes sure to note down the location of the house, but whoever who lived there had probably moved on. The whole place was a little dusty.

Clutching the prize, she left with the Sniper, heading back to the fountain.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He jumped up on the ledge of the fountain and barked happily. Who's a good dog?

Now they just needed to get it back to RED and maybe he'd be a bit happier.*

[prpl_assistant]

[She does want to give the rifle to the RED. But a thought holds her back.

He's still very injured. Whoever it is who's out there might come back for him, if he found out the rifle's missing. The RED would stand no chance at defending himself. Pyro was around, but not always.

It might be safer to keep the rifle with her for now. Wait until he gets better, before she passes it back to him.]

Sniper. I don't think we should give this back to RED yet. Whoever who attacked him might come back for it.

Please keep this a secret for now. I'll give it back to him, but only when he gets better and strong enough to defend himself.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He tilts his head and whines a bit. Wouldn't they go looking for the gun with RED even if he didn't have it?

Of course he doesn't have any way of asking that, just putting his wet nose on her hand.*

[prpl_assistant]

[She pets him on the head; just once, just in case he minds.]

Please trust me Sniper. I don't want to see RED injured anymore. We need to get him healed up as soon as possible, just in case something crazy happens here.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He supposes that's probably a good plan. Knowing Paradise anything is possible.

He scratches an ear with his back leg before sitting up and looking at her. What now?*

[prpl_assistant]

[Oh yeah. Now, what to do with a Sniper in a dog's body. Maybe they should head back to her apartment first, before they discuss anything else.]

Would you be alright if we head to my apartment? I think standing out here with a sniping rifle would attract the very attention we are trying to avoid.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Another bark and he jumps down off the fountain to follow her back to her place. Something about going to his bosses assistant's apartment struck him as incredibly unprofessional, but hell, he was a dog. What he did now didn't really matter did it?*