OOC: Geez. Out of my room for six hours and all this goes down. Yikes. Thanks, Gretin, I'll get on that in a sec.
Blaze was astonished at Charger. What could he say to back him up?
Blaze fumbled through his next sentence: "Well ... it is the Russian Mafia ... if they find out Drakko did it, then its all on him and he goes down on his own. But ... but, uh, if we were to help him, it would be like .... like putting our heads on the chopping block. Know what I mean?"
He turns to Drakko. "I don't mean any disrespect, of course," he said. "It's just ... look, there's no sense in all of us risking our asses. Not a one of us will probably be willing, so--"
"I'll help you."
Art drew everyone's attention with this bold proclamation.
He knew he had messed up with the plane. Art did, in fact, regret endangering everyones lives. He was a big believer in "all's well that ends well," but this didn't feel like it. Art felt that everyone had alienated him after volunteering to pilot that plane. He's a stupid human who carries a gun and tried to kill them all. So maybe they were justified.
And why help Drakko? Aside from Charger, Art got the feeling that Drakko liked him least of all.
But he would help. He was, after all, a man for hire. Who would miss him if he snuffed it? Surely none of these people.
So he cleared his throat and said it again, with much more confidence. "I'll go with you, Drakko. And it will cost you a paltry thousand dollars."
A low price to put on his life, but he didn't figure he had much longer to live now, what with involving himself in an assassination attempt of the Russian mafia head.
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Roland snorted. Could he track? Could he track?
...
Could he track?
It had been ages since he had to track anything. He had been mostly drifting here and there, hoping to latch onto a thread that would lead him further in his quest.
But the woods were dense enough so that a scared, galloping horse would leave an obvious trail.
He cast his eyes about the little area, and noted a few snapped branches, broken ends pointed farther into the woods.
He pointed. "Looks like your horse went through here." And he simple began to tramp towards it.
Last edited by Dave; 09-03-2005 at 04:47 PM..
: Needed to explain Art's decision.
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