forum Calling @RainyDayArtist

Started November 28, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Then let's get moving." He said unbuckling.

She gets one hand on her coat, holding her gun and heading towards the cementery

Autist changed his face into just any normal person. He came up beside Ivanna:

"Fairies like to be burried next to mushrooms, if we find a mushroom circle we hit jackpot…" she whispers

He nodded hiding the contents in his hoodie pocket. "So look for mushrooms, got it."

The place was dark, as one would expect, statues of figures that hold a resemblance to angels but more monstrous looking, signs in both english and latin with dim candle light from the ones on the graves

"That looks like what we are looking for… and who we are looking for…" a hooded figure hunched over a mushroom circle

Autist walked up to a familiar grave and sighed. "You able to read Latin?" He asked softly reading the words. The grave read: Pax. Meam commemorationem. Foventur.

"Peace. Remembrance. Forever"

He turned and saw Ivanna found a man. "You found him?" He whispered.

"Let's hope he's the guy and not other idiot like the one we found earlier…"

Autist nodded. "Let's go."

"A.S.I, stop what you'r doing!" A gun again, pointing at the head

Autist made himself disappear into the shadows so he could be surprise support.

"That idiot had to speak…" he turns around, revealing a deformed almost owl like face

Autist pulled a gun from his boot and bent down. He aimed it and was ready to fire whenever he had to.

Ivanna made a quick sign with her head, "You are under arrest for drug trafficking and grave disturbance"

Autist assumed she wanted him to come in. So he did just that.

The man pulls out a gun and tries to shot

"Drop the gun!" Autist shouted finger on the trigger. "You shoot you'll probably end up with two bullets in your head."

"Now, dear drug dealer, you would't want to have your skull filled with lead…"

"I'd drop it if I were you." He growled.

"What do you want, Voronin? can't a man make some money?"
"No if that money comes out of drugs and dead bodies…"

"You're arrest is worth more money then you make." Autist nodded stepping closer.

"And let's not tall about the price people have puy in your head…"

"Selling drugs is just gonna get you locked up. You should've thought of all this, but now it's too late. So drop the gun."