>>938468347
>An old, beaten-up semi-automatic with a tiny lever and brownish-maroon handle.
"Very well."
>Slowly, the guard would move to make a distance from the youth, keeping his weapon trained in the meantime, until they disappeared from one another's line of sight.

>>937945054
>The guard snarled under his breath, cursing his own intuition for being correct! This turncoat would be confronted in time...
>>937945071
"If you are a professional, amiga-"
>>937945080
>>937945240
"One fast, small hit is enough!"
>>937945101
"Droga!"