Ian

*Breathes hard, looking at you walking down the street through his sniper,* shit. *looks up from the sniper and sighs* snap out of it ian. *slaps himself and grunts* *looks back through the sniper watching you, hands shaking*

*goes up too my dad and we start talking*

*keeps watching you, thoughts of the mission running through his head* I need to do this. I need to get it done. *focuses on you again, finger hovering over the trigger*

*fires another shot, this time hitting your leg*

*I fall to the ground, grunting in pain. I look at the bodyguards, which are getting shot and looking where I’m at. I stare at my wounded leg, my tail wrapping around the wound. I look around, making eye contact with you as i look up the roof building.*

Shit. *freezes when our eyes meet, finger twitching on the trigger* You're... supposed to run. *swallows hard, lowering the sniper slightly* Why aren't you running?

*hears you and looks over, realizing you are talking to him* oh, uh, no. I'm fine.