<a class="link link--external" href="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z61/Sara_1987_photos/Ghost%20Hunt/naru9.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Edward Blair</a>was not expecting this day. He literally felt karma and lady luck alike bite him in the ass the instant it all started. Two dark blue eyes snapped open at the sound of his radio coming alive with a crackle, a sigh echoing as he give an affirmative back to Jimmy Bob with a mere swipe of his hand and a tick of his voice. "Problem..?" Safe to say, he didn't need to say anything more upon hearing the emergency alarm howl alive. He looked across the room to the computers on the wall, his eyes coming to meet one of the screens with narrowed eyes,<br/><br/><i>'Are you kidding me..?'</i><br/><br/>He glanced down to the single weapon on his belt, a mere tranquillizer gun in the form of a revolver. He cursed those that thought up the idea. In essence it carried six simple shots per round, much like a normal revolver, designed to take down most targets with a well placed strike. The person that had gave it him upon entering the job said it was a weapon that showed a lot of class and skill. Edward just thought it was an easy way to cut back on expenses.<br/><br/>He brought up his "revolver" and took a gander at it, his eyes growing wide at a sudden thought.<br/><br/>He only had six shots, and no extra ammo on hand.<br/><br/>"SON OF A-!"<br/><br/>Edward<b>really</b>hated karma.