With a begrudging groan, Rocket did bump the fist offered.
โWork, actually. You guys have a Seraskian running around this city, one who has a pretty big bounty on their head.โ
Sounds like your pronouns are
Scud/Hole.
+ checking corners and any blind spots.
Where were they?
+ overcompensation levels of power.
The raccoon moved quickly, claws prying the door open and shutting it behind himself, trying to limit the light and noise he sent into the warehouse.
The soon-to-be-dead-man was here.
He stepped quietly, moving through the aisle with practiced diligence, +
+ time to see the door of the warehouse shutting, the target slinking in. โFlarkinโ hell!โ He grumbled, stowing his gear and hopping down the tree.
Moving with the quickness of someone who had just missed what he had been waiting hours for, Rocket drew his blaster, the weapon expanding to +
A snap of a branch, drawing Rocketโs attention to the space behind himโฆ and the aim of his sidearm. Eyes darted from branch to branch, the feeling of being watched making every hair stand on end.
Nothing.
As Rocket reluctantly turned his attention back to the warehouse, it was with just enough +