LoveRobin

dieCarly After cautiously peering around the corner of the hallway at the destruction from three strategically placed hidden shotguns, a balding elderly man clutching a forth such firearm at the ready stepped out into the first hallway, a quizzical expression to his face. After three shotguns discharging, he expected to find the walls—indeed the very air—to be misted red. "Nikdo? Pasti by neměly být uvolněny bez důvodu...," he muttered. No one? The traps wouldn't be triggered for no reason.... He felt a cold barrel lightly press the top of his meager combover. "Zmrazte, pokud vám to nevadí, prosím," Freeze, if you don't mind, please." He did so. "Zlikvidujte munici, položte hlaveň na podlahu a opatrně ji spusťte," Discard the ammunition, place the barrel to the floor and carefully lower it. He broke the weapon's breach, allowing its two unspent shells to clatter to the floor before gingerly following the rest of the directions. "Co chceš?" What do you want? "Většinou nebýt