Colt’s gut clenched as two approached, joining the trio. Outwardly, he maintained the aloof, relaxed posture, perking a brow at the group's employer before he uttered a word. An extra body hadn’t been part of the plan and if this was his job, he’d be calling quits and finding who the rat was. No, one of them didn’t quite belong. The job had been sketchy to begin with, but now, now he was already mapping his escape route for when, not if, shit went awry.
Stella was greeted with irritation from the boss, not appreciating the lateness of her arrival. Yet his gaze would linger on the addition, casting a few glances back and forth between Stella and the hooded figure until the dimming light caught him somewhat off guard. Colt noticed the tension crawling up his back and along his shoulders, but if it was due to fear or annoyance, the locksmith couldn’t tell. Curious though.
“...We don’t need a fifth, but…” appearing to think about it, briefly. “...I warn you though, turn that shit on me and you’ll swiftly regret it.” Catching Colt’s eye as he turned away, the boss gestured with his head, hissing. “Get up. We move to the next checkpoint.”
Colt made a point of taking his time, exaggerating a small stretch, yawn and all at the man's back, tossing a casual wink at Stella.[color=#c10300] “He usually this much o’ an ass?”[/color] Moving to follow, Colt paused, gesturing with one hand, for Stella to take the lead, [color=#c10300]“Ladies first.” [/color]
Stella was greeted with irritation from the boss, not appreciating the lateness of her arrival. Yet his gaze would linger on the addition, casting a few glances back and forth between Stella and the hooded figure until the dimming light caught him somewhat off guard. Colt noticed the tension crawling up his back and along his shoulders, but if it was due to fear or annoyance, the locksmith couldn’t tell. Curious though.
“...We don’t need a fifth, but…” appearing to think about it, briefly. “...I warn you though, turn that shit on me and you’ll swiftly regret it.” Catching Colt’s eye as he turned away, the boss gestured with his head, hissing. “Get up. We move to the next checkpoint.”
Colt made a point of taking his time, exaggerating a small stretch, yawn and all at the man's back, tossing a casual wink at Stella.[color=#c10300] “He usually this much o’ an ass?”[/color] Moving to follow, Colt paused, gesturing with one hand, for Stella to take the lead, [color=#c10300]“Ladies first.” [/color]
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