guenlefey:

stshaundi:

*Pushes the button to open the doors, steps in and waits for him to get on as she finally lights the cigarette, takes the small gun from her pocket, cocks it, and replaces it with the lighter. Jams her thumb against the button to the floor with Boss’s room and remains silent for the ride. When the doors open, she looks quickly to the hall, noticing Boss lying there in a pool of red liquid*

FUCK!

*She glances around rapidly to see if it was some sort of trap, not noticing anyone else there, she spits out the cig and runs to Boss’s body, quickly checking for a pulse*

She’s still alive.

*Guen’s fine, sleping soundly in a pool of blood. She hasn’t woken up yet, but she shifts a little in her sleep.*

Mmgh…gi…give it back…*Frowns, swatting a hand out, lightly hitting Shaundi and whimpering.*

**Gat, however, as naturally high strung as he was, didn’t fear anything enough to pull out a weapon for no visible reason. Antsy fingers strummed on his thigh as the digital numbers ticked their way to the top.

The scent of blood hit him before the sight did, familiar and homey, but this time it made his own skin grow cold. Gat himself lingered behind, accusing stare darting around the room for any lagging threat as he made his way out of the elevator.**

What the fuck happened…