Nick sat on the edge of a building, cleaning his guns. He looked at his revolvers, thinking of all the memories he had wielding those guns. All the people he met, the lives he took, the few people he protected. He then heard growling in his head.<i>"I grow tired of this. When will we actually do something"</i>"I'll go when I feel like it. Right now, I feel like relaxing, not slaughtering people for fun." The growling grew louder in annoyance and finally silenced. "For an ancient evil, you act like a child." No answer. He continued to clean his guns.<br/><br/>After an hour or so, Nick began to feel bored as well. "Fine, I guess we'll see if we can find something to do." He got up and began heading downstairs and outside of the building.