Rosebuds 1x1

[Rexodus]

''Show me then. Show me where this so called compartment is, I won't let this go untill I see it myself.' He said, pulng him up to his feet, letting go of him. ''Go on then, show me.''he said, growling. If it were true he would kill the chef, right then and there where he stood, but of coursehe wouldn't let Andrew off to much if it was true. ''What you aitng for?'' he said.

[Scottish Girl]

Andrew managed to keep his feet and reluctantly walked up to the house and into the kitchen. There was no one around ecause they were out buying everything for the week. Andrew bent down to the cupboard under the sink. He hesitated before glancing back up at Nick and reaching underneath. There was a bit of scraping and Andrew's hand came out holding three guns,"Told you," he said with a shrug.

[Rexodus]

Nick shook hi head, chuckling to himselfin disbelife, taking one of the guns. ''Well, one must belong to the Chef, the others must be the other two's involved.' He said, clicking the gun - ready to fire. ''You did well Kid...'' he said, taking another of the guns, leaing him with one. ''Not yours to keep. If you see that damned chef before I do, you know what to do.'' He said, turning to go out of the kitchen. 'And if you think about using that on me, I won't stop you - but theres people around that wont kill you but they will make you wish you were.'' he said, walking out of the room, insearch of the Chef.

[Scottish Girl]

Andrew looked surprised as he handed him the gun. He looked down at it in disbelief and smiled softly at what he said. Andrew wouldn't shoot him, as much as he would like to, it would be a death sentence for him. Andrew walked down to the stables and put it beside one of the stalls in the feed room, not waning to look at it encase it tempted him.

[Rexodus]

Nick walked back up the stairs, smiling in disbelife. ''The kid actualy came in handy for once...'' he said to himself as he walked back into the room, the flour covered tatooist was sitting there still.
''See you have a gun in your hand, does that mean you killed him then?'' he asked, laughing slightly.
''No... where did the chef go?'' he asked.
''I'm not to sure...'' the tatooist replied, unsure why he wanted to know.

[Scottish Girl]

There was the sound of a gun going off and loud swearing. The chef was on the ground, holding his leg as he rolled over and over swearing. Andrew was standing over him,"That was for calling me an idiot," he said with a grin. The chef stood up and tried to run, but there was another shot that hit him in the arm,"And never call me boy," he said, enjoying himself/

[Rexodus]

When Nick herd the gun shot, he smiled. ''I'll be back in a minute, Karl.'' he said to the tatooist, walking out of the door, down the stairs and outside. ''Andrew, do us a favour and finish him off. I'll getthe guys to take him away.'' he said, walking over to the two, looking over at the Chef, watching the comotion going off, laughing. ''A little warning to those friends of yours.'' he said, kicking the chef in the stomach before looking at Andrew.

[Scottish Girl]

Andrew looked up at him, then without hesitation he pulled the trigger. There was a slight groan as the chef died. Andrew looked up, his bright blue eyes looking down at the man. He was used to it, he had killed many people, but never someone who fought on his side. He bit his lip, pointing the gun at the ground and roughling his hair,"You know, killin him was Unnecissary," he said softly, puting the safety on the gun.

[Rexodus]

''What? and let him carry on with his plan? I'd think not. '' he said, shaking his head. ''Listen kid, in this world, if you work for me, I offer protection, I can offer you everything if i feel like it - turn against me and your dead, i offered him alot - even a holiday home in spain, so therefore h deserves to die, taking advantage of me an then doing that...''

[Scottish Girl]

Andrew bit his lip and pushed the gun to him,"Well then do your own dirty work, if I'm goin to be a slave then I'm not shooting anyone," he said and strode into the stables, his hands in his pockets,"It's almost one o'clock," he pointed it before walking intone stables.