(More characters? The idea of these guys were to show how people on their own are coping... Moot means it doesn't matter anymore)
The gunman smiled coldly. "There are so many places I could shoot to kill. You can't cover them all. However, if you don't leave, we'll just kill the child you're trying to protect," he informed, nodding at Roy, who now had a gun to his head, the pickpocket having reacted to a silent command, not without a whispered curse, before he'd started speaking.
Damn, he'd just told the kid he was safe! 'Course, he still was- they had no reason not to let him go- but how was the boy going to know that? They were gonna really mess this boy up... Damn.





