† 𝙈𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨. † 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨. 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚. (𝙉)𝙎𝙁𝙒. 𝙈𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢. 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙬/ 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙢. 𝙁𝘾: 𝙀𝙞𝙯𝙖 𝙂𝙤𝙣𝙯𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙯.

"You haven't changed a bit, I see."

He shook his head, light chuckle passing his lips. "Just a hunch, Quinn."

"I've stopped by the city to run a few errands. Are you free for lunch? I'd love to catch up."

"Excellent, what time is good for you?"

"Maybe there's a glimmer of potential."

A soft hiss passed through his teeth, the archaic mercenary shutting the door behind him after returning from his latest contract. It all began to feel mundane, even his few acquired injuries were dull to sensation.

Boots propped up over the coffee table, Slade leaned back in his seat, index finger gliding across his phone's screen. He's close to beating his high score in Angry Birds.

"I don't always kidnap people, but when I do, it's for a good reason."

"It's been a while."

"Good times."

"You never cease to entertain."

"And still as pleasant as ever.."

"Nice speaking to you, Wade."

"I never stay in one place for long."

"I take it you need something from me?"

"More or less." The male folded his arms across his chest.

"When in an awkward situation, throw a grenade."