7 - Mist (6)

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mIST (6):|

The man nodded urgently, as he sweated profusely,
the poison taking over his body.

"It's Deadlock. I—I don't know his real name,
or what he's using the AK for, but he seems desperate.
He's pretty well-known in East City. I was sent by him
to the West for any traces, and that's how I ended up here."

Cale clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"That's the exact info I just found out a day ago."

The man paled, frightened at the thought of not receiving the antidote.
"I-I would be pleased to take you to him."

"I'm sure you'd be," Cale scoffed, a taunting look on his face.
"And booby-trap us while you're at it."

"Hey, you're being too mean, Cale~"
The boy stuck out his tongue at the other.
He faced the man again.
"Well, I suppose you confirmed Cale's information for us.
Thanks for that."

He beckoned to the brunet. "Let's go."

"W-wait! The antidote!"
The man was crawling after them, too weak to stand.

"Ah, right."

The boy stopped in his tracks and crouched down to the man's level.
A cruel smile drifted onto his lips.

"Sorry about that. There isn't one."

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