plasmidpwner

Marksmen woke up to the sound of splashing water. "Screw this damn city, can't even get a good nights sleep with all this water splashing everywere." Marksmen muttered as he sat up on the small dirty bed in his small dirty room. He took out a piece of cloth and spit on it, then he proceeded to wipe a semi-clean spot on the grimey window. He looked out to see that it was almost morning due to the rising sun. "Time to leave." Marksmen mumbled as he slipped on his boots and trench coat. He slipped his two M9's in there rightfull place in there holsters. He then grabbed his machette and slid it into the sheath on his back. He grabbed his pack and slipped it onto his back. He pulled on his gas mask as he stepped outside. He was met with cold water splashing against his face. He approached a counter were a man was sleeping and snoring loudly. He tossed what was left of a pack of cigarettes on the counter. The man shuttered and opened his eyes. "Payment for the nights stay." Marksmen said quietly to the man. "Aye, this ain't gonna' be enough. I need something a bit more, valuable." The man said with a greedy glint in his eye. "This'll have to do." Marksmen said to the man with an edge of malice in his voice. "I don't think you bees hearin' me boy. This ain't enough." Marksmen moved his trench coat over to the side showing off his M9 pistols. "This'll have to do." He repiled again. "Oh, you have a gun do ya'. So does every other damn person out here. Hell, even I got one." With that the man grabbed the handle of a sawn off shotgun. "Put the gun down. You really don't want to point that at me. If you do, I'll plant a bullet straight between your eyes." Marksmen said as he gripped his M9. "Fine, I'll let ya' slide this time. Just get your *** movin'." With that the man put the shotgun down and signaled for Marksmen to leave. "Thank you." Marksmen muttered as he walked away.

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