[ York's dressed as usual, discreet. Made to blend in. He sidles up into the alley, hands slung low in his pockets, the weight of his pistol hanging in the back of his belt. He didn't like this. She's never been one to give up- a few days are better than nothing.
Something else happened. Something he didn't see. ]
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Something else happened. Something he didn't see. ]
Hey.