Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170305121938/@comment-26854056-20170307213409

Adding in some filler because i'm bore d

Quail rubbed his bruised cheek, ramming the head of a scrawny man into the armrest of his wheelchair. Dropping the limp body while Sparrow finished "cleaning up" her mess, stuffing the body in a garbage bag before stuffing it inside a small car.

She sighed, shaking her head at the time while Quail muttered to himself, worried, while Sparrow snickered, closing the boot's door with a loud slam.

"Well QuinnQuinn, it's only been three hours and we already failed doing the most simple thing since keeping Alice drunk. What'cha gotta say?"

Quail rolled his eyes, slipping a pair of white gloves on his hands.

"All my task was is to keep my family safe. That was the only thing I failed at. I did tell you about Maxwell, you even met him a few years back. He caught the interest of Alouette and Heron for a reason, did you really think Alouette of all people would run off from The Chateau just to teach at that bloody university? At psychology of all things?! Please, almost everything is set-up. You're the one who should have been more careful."

Quail sighed, wheeling himself to the car while Sparrow tutted, calling after him.

"Really Quinn. You've gone soft. You can't play happy families forever you know, not even those little brats of yours are safe."

Quail shot a warning glare that could probably kill a man to Sparrow, making her flinch slightly as she walked up to the car, starting the engine in silence. Covering her mouth at the stench of blood that wafted from the boot of the car, dots of blood staining her gloves slightly.