Rough Morning (OPEN)
Feb 22, 2014 0:17:36 GMT -5
Post by Casey Eliot Parks on Feb 22, 2014 0:17:36 GMT -5
Casey raised an eyebrow when Cain dramatically pulled out his gun and slid out of his seat. The senior agent stood up from his own seat, pushing his hair back from his face and tucking his pistol away to the back of his pants like before. He didn't need it yet. His hands were his weapon of choice, the gun was just there for backup.
"You better tell me this guy we've gotta capture, as soon as you see him so I don't kill 'im by accident," Casey warned the other two agents in a low voice as he followed them through the building. He kept up with Cain, but Casey's gait was much more casual than his. There wasn't much to see or do until they got to the kitchen and Cain started to be choked from above. At that same moment, another man came from an opening behind Casey and threw a punch. Casey ducked quickly out of the way and on his return, he grabbed the man's arm and twisted it backwards. The man let out a yell to which Casey threw his other arm around him and covered his mouth. He then took a minute and strangled the man to death. Panting slightly, Casey flipped away his hair and looked to Cain, who had shot his own attacker.
"You got that right," Casey said when Cain pointed out that the men were Russian. "I coulda told you they were Russian from a mile away." Casey chuckled as he stepped over the two bodies. He gestured for Cain to lead on. "After you," he said.
