Loki & Dutch

Suspension

The fragrance of coffee filled the room, empty coffee mugs and discarded paper coffee cups filled the counter space. The television rang out in the distance.  Loki watched it from his seat in the kitchen, right next to his second pot of coffee that day. He always drank more coffee when he was anxious, being on suspension made him feel a jittery, like he had nothing to do. The NAA was his life for the most part, and without a single job for two weeks, he just sat in his house and drank coffee all day. Loki looked into his cup, a black abyss met his eyes. He raised the mug to his lips and took a sip, a bitter taste filled his mouth and he closed his eyes and leaned his head back and listened to the TV as a female voice said:

“There has been more reports about a growing cult, many people are afraid that these reports are less than a hoax. Here is Captain Marianne on the topic;”

The TV paused for a second as the camera feeds switched and Loki took this chance to get up from his seat in the kitchen and walk lazily over through a wide doorframe into a larger room that was his living room. There was a single couch in the middle of the room that was made out of leather. It was slightly worn but still stylish and Loki had no time to worry about things like that anyway. Not that he really cared. He did, however, love his plasma TV, it wasn’t very wide but it was pristine. It was pretty dark in here, he always had his black curtains closed tightly. Loki sat down with his cup of coffee, staring intently at the screen. He had been following these reports for a little while and he was wondering if the cult had gotten any more serious than that one kidnapping and assault.

“There has been no proof that these two crimes are linked, those reports are merely wild speculations.”  The Captain said before pushing her way through the crowd of reporters, her tied up brown hair bouncing as she went. The camera went back to a smiling reporter who was just about to open her mouth when Loki shut off the TV.

“Enough of that.” He mumbled.

He took another sip of coffee and looked out of the window to his right. His TV was positioned so it sat against the wall near the door. Just so he could see people walk in while he was watching something. Loki Ayson was a paranoid guy. He constantly thought of new ways to make his small apartment safer, one of them was as simple as the couch positioning, the other was the guns all over his room.

Loki sighed as he remembered that someone would be coming to take all of those guns tomorrow. He really liked his guns, they were his life. He took constant care of them and made sure each one was loaded and ready to be used at a moment’s notice. The only problem was that his guns were mostly two star license guns so since he was a one star again, he would lose almost all of them. Almost.

He got to keep most of his pistols, including his prized .45 Kimber pistols, they were black stainless steel and had ivory white handles. Those were part of his personal armoury, so they were safe. He would lose his various snipers and assault rifles, even his prized DMR. The DMR stood for Designated Marksman Rifle, which he technically shouldn’t even own, but members of the National Assassins Association were different. Most of them broke the law almost every day. Though, his baby, above all other guns he owned was his .36 Griswold pistol. In all honesty it was really a modern remake, but Loki felt like a gunslinger when he drew that Griswold on some unsuspecting target. All these targets expect to get sniped, or killed in a drive-by. Not a single one expects a gunslinger to put a barrel to their heads.

Loki chuckled, at least they couldn’t take away his precious few pistols. Why the hell didn’t he buy more of his own guns? He was stupid to just rent from the NAA, now when he finally did get back into the game. He would have to make do with handguns, though that suited him fine. Everyone in the NAA seemed to have their niche. Like Devin with his tomahawk, or Penny with her bow. Loki had his revolver, which is how he got his nickname, Loki, the gunslinger. Loki hated that name, it was too much of a mouthful, he preferred just Loki.