1x1 with Drake99

[Drake99]

I keep digging around in my many pockets. I pull out a scope, a few tubes, a gun bod and a stock. I put them together and soon I have a sniper rifle. I stand up and walk into the kitchen. I grab some food and start to eat it as I walk back into the main room.

[bibliophile;]

Georgie watched him walk into the kitchen. While he was gone, she had pulled her knees up and was trying to force herself to not cry. She wiped at her eyes, which were locked on the other guns.

[Drake99]

I sit down. "Calm down. My mission was a hit and run, not infiltrate and kill." I say i pick up one of my pistols and twirl it around on my finger.

[bibliophile;]

"I don't know that," she said, but looked away from the guns. At this point, she would do whatever he said, purely out of fear. He could still kill her, very easily.

[Drake99]

I sigh. "Are we going to get anywhere with this conversation?" I ask in an exasperated tone. I pack up all my stuff and put it away except for the pistol that Georgie is holding.

[bibliophile;]

Georgie looked up at him. "Where do you want to go with it?" She asked. She was just barely starting to loosen up. It wasn't much, but it was noticeable. "Do you want to get to know me? Do you just want to talk?"

[Drake99]

I shrug. "Both." I say. I lean back in the sofa and stretch my arms out along the top of it.

[bibliophile;]

"Well," she started. "I'm nineteen. Only child. I work at the factory up the road. Long hours," she said. "I would have thought you knew all this," she said.

[Drake99]

"I do. Tell me something I don't know." I say. I hear a
creak and spring up from the sofa, knife drawen.

[bibliophile;]

Georgie was about to reply, but when he sprung up, she looked towards where the sound came from.