Gold, Eternal Into Time

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Gold, Eternal Into Time

POSTED ON Sept 30, 2024 1:56:03 GMT

[attr="class","monty"]Montgomery wanted to laugh at Howard's reaction. How hadn't it been obvious to the poor grad student, desperate for a living? It wasn't like he had been trying hard to cover it up.

"Shoot ya? Hmm."

He pulled his pistol from his side, looking over the gold plating, before clicking a bullet into place. He aimed the barrel ahead, toward a wall, and made a pew noise as he pretended to fire.

Then, Montgomery turned, shoving the barrel beneath Howard's chin, tilting it up to make eye contact with him.

"I could. And then I could steal yer Pokemon and sell her for a big buck on the black market." He glanced lazily at Shirley before looking back at him.

"Or, you could surprise me and come with me. Plus, cleaning yer brains off me would be quite the pain in my ass."

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POSTED ON Sept 30, 2024 7:35:03 GMT

A bolder man would've flicked at the gun before striking at Montgomery directly. A smarter man would've reasoned with him. A stronger man would've won in both prior scenarios. Howard was none of those things. He was a dreg. If every human being was born with talent, Howard was born with none that helped him here.

"You could..." Howard's eye flicked to Shirley. She'd kill him if he tried it. "...but I'm not a criminal. I'm just down on my luck."

He threatened to grind his teeth down into nubs as he stared at the gangster and his sharp teeth masquerading as fangs. It felt like a bad joke, as if the world was mocking him for being incapable of dealing with this man. If he tried, he'd fail. Why try at all?

"I'm gonna get a real job with a museum someday. I'll be a curator." He refused to meet Montgomery's eyes as he pushed the gun away, slowly, an inch at a time. "But for a brief stint..."

Howard Slayte was not a criminal.

"...I'm willing to follow."

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Gold, Eternal Into Time

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[attr="class","monty"]Montgomery barked a laugh. "Ya don't have to be criminal to be a Rocket, Howy."

The gun was pushed aside. So, he placed it back into his holster — for now. Howard should know better that he was never safe from the kiss of a bullet.

But, his answer pleased Montgomery, who reached out to grip his shoulder. His hold was tight, almost threatening, while his smile said otherwise.

"Okay, kid. Then it's time to toughin' ya up."

He began to walk away from the carnage, leaving the other man behind as he walked toward the exit of the building. The other grunts would come and pick up the coffin. He, on the other hand, had more important things to do.

But, before Montgomery exited, he turned around and smirked.

"Welcome to team Rocket, Howard."

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