Learned she long ago not to trust a book by its cover —— though the visage of the man before her may have appeared friendly, the Argent knew better. Friendly people didn’t carry weapons and so her grip remained, arrowhead locked in aim towards his fragile skull.
❝Drop your weapon.❞
he doesn’t have enough time to get the upper hand and disarm the stranger who seemingly snuck up on him in the midst of his hunting expedition. alas, she appears harmless enough — although the arrow targeting his head begs to differ.
there are no words emerging from his lips as he complies, lowering his shotgun and raising a pair of bloodied hands into the open air.
’ who even are you? ’
possibly another hunter. or so he hopes.
but don’t think for even a minute that the rest of his body isn’t laced with various guns and knives and mobile weaponry. & that if need be, he can grasp such before her arrow absconds the bow.
umber eyesscour the shop hastily and on a mission while the employee responds to his precipitous summoning. he’s sure he’ll find a hex bag somewhere; probably not in plain view, but he’ll get there. for now, he clears his throat and hopes that talking to her will clear up some of the questions he’s had in mind.
’ i’m detective collins from down at the police department. you have time to answer a couple of quick questions? ’
