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David had dusty blonde hair, well-kept and managed, no stubble of course, unlike Leonard who had messy midnight black strands splayed across his forehead, often shielding his face from others and a five o' clock shadow that framed his jaw line.  David noticed the pale gray eye's of the shorter man behind him and the emptiness they held.  He ignored it, the kid was probably traumatized.

He focused on the path ahead of him instead of worrying about Leonard.  At least he recognized this place, Fifth Street down from Broad, the warehouse district.  They had left from a small building connected to the exterior of a larger storage facility, one with the words "Freelance Shipping" painted in broad white letters, a company that David had dealt with recently. He had played the part of the prosecutor during the trial where an employee of the business had sued for mistreatment of its workers, stating that they used violence and threats to drive the point to work harder home.  At least, he understood how he was connected to all this, but what about the kid?  What part did he play against a dominant shipping company?  His quizzical look was returned with a puzzled one in turn. Damn, had he been looking at the kid the entire time during that thought process?  A sigh escaped his lips as David ruffled his own hair out of nervous habit then continued his march down the street towards his apartment, then stopped abruptly.

"Why are you still following me?" David made eye contact yet again with the disheveled young adult.

"Because there's no way in hell that my place would be safe. That's probably where they kidnapped me from in the first place."

"And you're assuming mine will be?"

"Well....uh....well, fuck."

The two men remained at a stand-still on the empty sidewalk.  It would be dusk soon enough, long shadows were being cast by the structures onto David. The shade split him in two.  Gray irises studied him from a few steps behind.

"Stop doing that, please."

"Stop doing what."

"Watching me like that. I'm trying to think."

"Then stop thinking."

Leonard's left hand made a move for the small of his back and pulled out a small-caliber pistol and aimed the sights over David's heart.

"Sorry, gonna need to do this to get out of here." Leonard muttered with a downcast expression.

"What the hell are you talking about?! Put the goddamn gun down!"

A sad smile etched into the young man's face as he began to speak again.

"Funny how you said you were the rational one."

A sharp crack echoed down the empty street.

Description
David had dusty blonde hair, well-kept and managed, no stubble of course, unlike Leonard who had messy midnight black strands splayed across his forehead, often shielding his face from others and a five o' clock shadow that framed his jaw line.  David noticed the pale gray eye's of the shorter man behind him and the emptiness they held.  He ignored it, the kid was probably traumatized.

He focused on the path ahead of him instead of worrying about Leonard.  At least he recognized this place, Fifth Street down from Broad, the warehouse district.  They had left from a small building connected to the exterior of a larger storage facility, one with the words "Freelance Shipping" painted in broad white letters, a company that David had dealt with recently. He had played the part of the prosecutor during the trial where an employee of the business had sued for mistreatment of its workers, stating that they used violence and threats to drive the point to work harder home.  At least, he understood how he was connected to all this, but what about the kid?  What part did he play against a dominant shipping company?  His quizzical look was returned with a puzzled one in turn. Damn, had he been looking at the kid the entire time during that thought process?  A sigh escaped his lips as David ruffled his own hair out of nervous habit then continued his march down the street towards his apartment, then stopped abruptly.

"Why are you still following me?" David made eye contact yet again with the disheveled young adult.

"Because there's no way in hell that my place would be safe. That's probably where they kidnapped me from in the first place."

"And you're assuming mine will be?"

"Well....uh....well, fuck."

The two men remained at a stand-still on the empty sidewalk.  It would be dusk soon enough, long shadows were being cast by the structures onto David. The shade split him in two.  Gray irises studied him from a few steps behind.

"Stop doing that, please."

"Stop doing what."

"Watching me like that. I'm trying to think."

"Then stop thinking."

Leonard's left hand made a move for the small of his back and pulled out a small-caliber pistol and aimed the sights over David's heart.

"Sorry, gonna need to do this to get out of here." Leonard muttered with a downcast expression.

"What the hell are you talking about?! Put the goddamn gun down!"

A sad smile etched into the young man's face as he began to speak again.

"Funny how you said you were the rational one."

A sharp crack echoed down the empty street.