<blockquote><div><cite>xblurp wrote:</cite>A clicking sound was heard from in front of Zaida as she entered into one of the police offices. A gruff old man stood, his m16 assault rifle aimed down at her. He was in bad condition, blood from his head going down over his face, one of his eyes closed from impact to it, resulting in a black and blue, and several holes where he had apparently been shot or stabbed. He was sitting in his chair, the m16 supported by the table to help him aim as he could barely move. "Stop where you are right now little missy. I wouldn't want to shoot a civilian by accident."<br/></div></blockquote><br/>Zaida stopped for a moment and looked at the old man who had clearly been through some sort of a battle. Probably with some of the fiends that she had the misfortune of running into yesterday.<br/>"Then I suggest you put the gun down or improve your aim." Zaida retorted in a rather calm and soothing voice that didn't seem to match up with how direct her statement was.