[ He keeps pressed close to the door, straining to listen. He can't make out every word, but he can hear Emma's tone of voice, sharp and no nonsense and liable to make lesser men think twice about what they were doing. If not for the circumstances, he'd almost smile about it.
Instead he's focused on the voices on the other side of the door, keyed up and nervous and ready for the worst.
It's a good thing he is, because he hears Emma shout- a noise that fears him with anger and fear in equal measure- and heavy footfalls stepping into the house. Either these gentlemen have taken it upon themselves to conduct their own search, with or without Emma's permission, or the jig is well and truly up.
One of the men steps further into the house, glancing around the small living room, before inevitably coming to the closed door. He doesn't bother to ask Emma what it's a door to, or if he can even open it. He just lays into it with his boot, kicking it clean open.
Vasquez will have to fix that later.
He'll also have to clean up the bloodstains everywhere, because the instant the door swings open, he snaps his gun from it's holster, bringing it level with the bounty hunter's head in one clean movement. ]
Hola.
[ And he pulls the trigger, the sound of the gunshot far too loud in the quiet little house. The man drops in a spray of blood. One down, but that leaves one left. ]
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Instead he's focused on the voices on the other side of the door, keyed up and nervous and ready for the worst.
It's a good thing he is, because he hears Emma shout- a noise that fears him with anger and fear in equal measure- and heavy footfalls stepping into the house. Either these gentlemen have taken it upon themselves to conduct their own search, with or without Emma's permission, or the jig is well and truly up.
One of the men steps further into the house, glancing around the small living room, before inevitably coming to the closed door. He doesn't bother to ask Emma what it's a door to, or if he can even open it. He just lays into it with his boot, kicking it clean open.
Vasquez will have to fix that later.
He'll also have to clean up the bloodstains everywhere, because the instant the door swings open, he snaps his gun from it's holster, bringing it level with the bounty hunter's head in one clean movement. ]
Hola.
[ And he pulls the trigger, the sound of the gunshot far too loud in the quiet little house. The man drops in a spray of blood. One down, but that leaves one left. ]