7th Headshot || Video

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper appears on the feed, human again and smoking, a bottle of beer on the table in front of him. So what that it's before noon? Who cares.*

Glad that nonsense is over with. Thought I'd let th' lot 'f you know I'm gonna be gone for a few days, so you don't think that bloody spook killed me or nothin'. But I uh.. seem t' be missin' some 'f my stuff. Cassidy? You seen an ammo pouch? 'Bout this big *He holds his hands about four inches apart.* Leather an' full 'f ammo?

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[hasstandards]

[There's something off about his stone face as he takes a deep breath, pushing some unsaid concern down.]

Right. Wouldn't want that. It could always be worse.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Course it can. And I'm sure yer th' bloke t' think up ways it could be.

[hasstandards]

Of course.

[There's no hint of humor in his voice. He heads back for the front door.]

Well. Don't want to keep you. Thanks again for the knife, mate. I'm sure she'll come in handy.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Don't go killin' everyone while I'm gone.

*He turns t' leave, but hesitates.*

Thanks mate, fer keepin' my stuff safe.

[hasstandards]

No worries. I wouldn't want your things fallin' into the wrong hands.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Roight.

*He hesitates, about to say something else, but leaves it unsaid. He just nods politely to the other Sniper and heads out to gather his stuff.*