Partly the job, partly just... past can't hurt you.
[He glances back towards where they came, though there's no sign of the blonde, or the rooftop.]
Any more than it already has, anyway.
[The next corner, and they're looking down what is definitely a tunnel made of rock, but one that ends in a door and a wall, like hundreds of others in Union. The Squirtle lets out a happy little noise and runs forward on stubby legs to jump up for the doorknob. At the same time, that tension in the air goes mad, a too taut violin string played by a madman with a razor blade, building to a crescendo.]
[The door swings inward, a startled sound coming from all three Pokemon and the old man at what lies inside. The violin string snaps. On the floor of the home, decorated with family pictures and scattered magazines and a million other pleasant reminders, lie three lifeless bodies, red hair and redder blood pooling beneath them on the floor. Gordon freezes in shock.]
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Partly the job, partly just... past can't hurt you.
[He glances back towards where they came, though there's no sign of the blonde, or the rooftop.]
Any more than it already has, anyway.
[The next corner, and they're looking down what is definitely a tunnel made of rock, but one that ends in a door and a wall, like hundreds of others in Union. The Squirtle lets out a happy little noise and runs forward on stubby legs to jump up for the doorknob. At the same time, that tension in the air goes mad, a too taut violin string played by a madman with a razor blade, building to a crescendo.]
[The door swings inward, a startled sound coming from all three Pokemon and the old man at what lies inside. The violin string snaps. On the floor of the home, decorated with family pictures and scattered magazines and a million other pleasant reminders, lie three lifeless bodies, red hair and redder blood pooling beneath them on the floor. Gordon freezes in shock.]