Cole was sitting leaned against the wall of a small apartment on the edge of a small city, he watched as a man he had picked up earlier that day slept. This man was the very thing Cole hated, he had been rich and his money was built on the pain and abuse of normal people. Cole dropped the cigarette he was holding and crushed it out before picking up his pistol, he checked the chamber and made sure the clip was full, he cocked the gun and walked over to his sleeping companion. Now, the gun aimed at the mans head he quickly thought over what he was about to do, money was useless in this world, however there was a jeep outside filled with guns and ammunition and this man had the keys.<br/><br/>Arch had his mind made up, he tightened his grip and pulled the trigger. The quick thunk of the gun firing followed by the almost musical clink of the empty shell hitting the cold wooden floor relaxed him.<br/><br/>"Less baggage to lug around now", he smiled to himself.<br/><br/>He reached into the man's pocket and took the keys out, slipping them into the right side pocket of his leather coat. He turned and picked up his rifle, slinging it over his shoulder before moving towards the door of the room. The wet sound of his boots in the pool of blood on the wood floor was all there was to be heard. He paused, a hand on the doorknob, his mouth formed the silent words of a farewell to the dead man on the floor.<br/><br/>A few minutes later he was out on the street in the lightening day, keys in his hand, pistol in its holster. Cole slid in behind the wheel and started the jeep, pulling away and driving towards the rising sun.<br/><br/>"On to the next city then", he glanced towards the passenger seat, in it sat his likeness, one of the pro's of his little problem.