Far Gone

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"Uh-huh. Or you could go hunting for the person and leave me be." He replied, shrugging a bit as he opened the door to go down "I mean, you probably won't find them now, but I'm guessing you're being payed, so....bye. Have fun with that. Don't murder anyone too badly or I will attempt- attempt -to kick your ass."
 
"Go fuck yourself." Laurent hissed under his breath, shoving his pistol back into his pocket. "Now where... Ugh, they're too far away now... Damn."
 
Darwin took this opportunity, smartly, to descend down the staircase. He didn't want to be near the murderer any longer than he needed to be, and considering the circumstances, if he stuck around, he probably would be murdered himself. So he made sure to go quickly, and hoped the guy would continue scouting for the lost target and not follow him. It wouldn't end well if he did follow, but it wasn't an unlikely thing to happen.
 
Laurent sighed, brushing his hair from his eyes. This was just wonderful! What was he to tell his employer now? That some guy had tried to interfered and he'd lost his target? Just great, absolutely great. He grabbed his rifle, slinging it over his shoulder. He'd find some sort of excuse. But for now he was going to go after that man.
 
Darwin took the stairs all the way down, not wanting to deal with any elevator searching since he didn't use one in the first place. Once he reached the street, he took that as a sign that he wouldn't be followed by the guy. Of course, he wasn't being very observant, so even if he was being followed, he probably wouldn't notice. He began to head down the side walk, deciding enough was enough for one day and that he was just going to go home.
 
Unable to carry his rifle around in the crowd, Laurent dropped it in the alley next to the building. He then ducked low, following the man. Wherever he was going, Laurent was gonna follow him. He was gonna get revenge, one way, or another.
 
This proved to be easy, as Darwin paid zero fucking attention to anything outside of his immediate proximity. He just didn't care enough. His head hurt, his legs hurt, he wanted to go home. That was that. He simply assumed that no one, not even the murderer he had just encountered, would follow him, which was quite the stupid mistake. However, it was still one he made and continued with as he approached the building he dubbed home and went in, fishing his keys from his pockets.
 
Laurent stood silently outside the door of the man's home. Should he knock? No, that would be stupid. There was most likely another way in, he was guessing, maybe an open window or a back door? He bit his lip, walking around the vicinity of his house. There! An open window.
 
Darwin took a seat in his living room and sighed, running a hand through his hair. He took the time to glance around after a moment, viewing how much of a mess his living space was. There were bottles of advil and other pain medications- mostly empty -littering the floor and side tables, and dust had settled on many surfaces as he had not bothered to clean the last few weeks (months, maybe, he hadn't kept track). He grimaced at the sight, and silently vowed to clean up.
Well, at some point, at least.
 
Laurent stared for a moment before biting his lip, deciding that he would indeed enter through this window. He peered in for a moment, making sure that man wasn't in sight, before pulling himself up and through it. He look around what he supposed was the kitchen? Careful not to knock over any of the pill bottles scatter across the countertop, he stepped down over the sink.
 
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((Sorry. My internet was wacky, so I took a short break.))

He leaned back into the couch, rubbing his head and shutting his eyes. Well, his head didn't currently hurt, so that was a plus. Hopefully it would stay that way, or he would have a bone to pick with the assassin guy. Or the assassin guy killed him, either or.
 
(That's fine, things happen. And internet connections decide to be dumb. Lol)

Laurent stood quietly in the kitchen. What to do.... He looked around, processing how un-organized the room was. He flinched, how unsanitary. Of course, that was none of his concern. He stood for a moment as he thought. Was he to just out of the blue confront the guy? Or was he to wait it out...?
 
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It was a few moments til Darwin opened his eyes again. Something felt.....off. Wrong. Usually, he wouldn't care, because he was honest-to-god paranoid 24/7, but this was different. Somehow, he felt that something was actually wrong. So, he stood up, eyes narrowed, before glancing around the room for any possible weapon he could use. He spotted a lamp, and decided that would do, going over and unplugging it so he could use it.
 
Laurent observed his surroundings a moment longer, running a hand through his hair. There was practically nowhere to hide. He leaned against a wall, removing his pistol from his belt and making sure it was loaded. Releasing the safety, he then set the gun down on the counter... Accidentally knocking over an empty pill bottle.
 
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