> Struggle to come up with fitting one-liner before we kill him.
>You resolve to end it now. You just need the right thing to say, something to really ram home what a shit he is...
>Archer continues ahead as the parachute finally vanishes behind some buildings a couple blocks away. ?He won?t get far,? Archer says. ?I?ll let you take the lead once we find him, I?ll just be ready for anything nasty.?
>You continue on for a block and a half. Then you see a figure emerge from some trees ahead, coming out into the illuminated circle of a streetlight near an outdoor cafe that has closed for the day. He is clearly an older man, and very clearly dressed in a fine suit. He seems a bit disoriented. ?That?s him,? Archer says, as she sets you down.
>The two of you approach him, when some motion from the side catches your eye. ?Look out!? Archer cries, as the air around you seems to take on a kind of heaviness. Looking toward the movement, you see a smallish, thin man languidly standing standing up from one of the seats; was he always there?! Dressed in close-fitting black clothing, your eyes are immediately drawn to the half-mask that he wears, shaped like a skull. His lower face is exposed, revealing pale white skill and a thin mustache. Then your eyes are drawn to the gun he smoothly draws. It is a pistol, looking somewhere between antiquated and modern. In the back of your mind, you know you should be doing something, anything, but you can only watch.
>The gunshot is almost too quiet, just a sort of soft crack. You can almost imagine you see the bullet streaking through the air. It strikes Charles firmly in the chest, and the old man crumples to the ground with nary a sound, falling back a few feet from the force of the impact. You can feel a sort of wrenching sensation in the pit of your stomach, as if the world had just tilted on its axis. Then suddenly you can hear the background noises of the city again, as the man in black turns and runs the direction that Charles had just appeared from.
>_
