Chaonea

The brown haired intern tried to swallow the thick saliva in his mouth as he nervously stared down the barrel of a gun. The man holding it was obviously intoxicated of sorts and was shaking as he tried to keep his arm steady. The man on the receiving end of the gun, arms raised, tried to reason with the drunkard. “Look, I don’t want any trouble-“ “SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!” The drunk man ran a hand through his greasy hair as his finger hung loosely on the trigger. “I need you to tell me where, where she is.” He was slurring his words and was convulsing even more than before. The intern attempted aga