[ Peter turned when Dieguez did, startled by the sudden influx of noise. A sigh escaped his lips and the first thought to rise to the surface was, What the hell did we do now?
(It likely said a whole damn lot about Peter's relationship with this ragtag group that his first assumption was that one of his teammates were at fault. Whoops.)
His pistols sat in shoulder holsters tucked beneath his jacket, but he didn't reach for them just yet. Looking unarmed and vulnerable was the best way to catch anyone off-guard, in Peter's experience. When Dieguez moved, Peter followed after him, taking the other man's caution as a cue to move carefully himself, keeping a wary eye out and remaining alert. ]
Where the hell did that dog come from?
[ Because that was the important question to ask, here. ]
no subject
(It likely said a whole damn lot about Peter's relationship with this ragtag group that his first assumption was that one of his teammates were at fault. Whoops.)
His pistols sat in shoulder holsters tucked beneath his jacket, but he didn't reach for them just yet. Looking unarmed and vulnerable was the best way to catch anyone off-guard, in Peter's experience. When Dieguez moved, Peter followed after him, taking the other man's caution as a cue to move carefully himself, keeping a wary eye out and remaining alert. ]
Where the hell did that dog come from?
[ Because that was the important question to ask, here. ]