For a second, his grin flashes, white and sharp. "A really big sandbox, huh...?"
There isn't a lot of time, so he nods, turns, lifting his hand. "Then I'll see you on the other side. I never could pass up free cigarettes."
Or anything else, for that matter.
The stairs are dark and narrow, and his footsteps echo loud against the metal walls of the steamer, but there's no use in pretending he isn't there, and the few seconds before he opens the hatch to the corridor give him time to think.
This would really be an opportune time for Vash to be around. Not that needle-noggin is ever where he might be the most use.
"Don't you think?" he sighs, to the surprised thug who puts a gun to his head.
"What?" asks the other guy, or he would, if the Punisher didn't smash into him and leave him reeling with a hand to a mouth full of shattered teeth. Another hit and he crumples, leaving Wolfwood peering down the dim corridor and wondering how Michael's doing.
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There isn't a lot of time, so he nods, turns, lifting his hand. "Then I'll see you on the other side. I never could pass up free cigarettes."
Or anything else, for that matter.
The stairs are dark and narrow, and his footsteps echo loud against the metal walls of the steamer, but there's no use in pretending he isn't there, and the few seconds before he opens the hatch to the corridor give him time to think.
This would really be an opportune time for Vash to be around. Not that needle-noggin is ever where he might be the most use.
"Don't you think?" he sighs, to the surprised thug who puts a gun to his head.
"What?" asks the other guy, or he would, if the Punisher didn't smash into him and leave him reeling with a hand to a mouth full of shattered teeth. Another hit and he crumples, leaving Wolfwood peering down the dim corridor and wondering how Michael's doing.