<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/7MAuJ.png)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Newsstand. About to find himself in a bad situation <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mack.</div>It seemed today wasn't his day. Normally he happened upon something useful or a lovely little treat like some sealed chocolate, but no matter how long he searched around what was the fifth... or sixth newsstand, he turned up empty. He was glad that at least he hadn't told anyone he was going on; he wouldn't have to explain how he was empty-handed when he returned. "Some God fucking hates me..." He grumbled, straightening up and glancing around for a brief moment to check for any danger before returning to his task.<br/><br/>Maybe he was foolish to be so careless, but the street was so open and so quiet. Not even the animals seemed to be lingering around at that moment and so he was secure in the knowledge that he would be able to hear anyone approaching.  He was usually more quiet and more weary of venturing out alone, but his desperation for a smoke had reached the point that it was undeniable and he groaned softly, running a hand feverishly through his hair.<br/><br/>Hm?  He glanced back over his shoulder where he was crouched with a small frown. Had he heard something? A shadow of a sound? For a moment he continued scanning the area before shrugging hiatus shoulders and dismissing it as paranoia and returning to the task at hand. It was only when the faint click of the gun being readied somewhere behind his head that Mik was suddenly sure that someone was there, and by that time it was much too late, even if his fingers had curled around the handle of his pistol. He didn't know where the man was who spoke, and he had no doubt whatever weapon was directed towards his head.<br/><br/>"Fuck..." He hissed quietly, gritting his teeth as he slowly rose to his feet and kettles the hand drooling from his gun before turning slowly to see just who had spotted him. Shit. His gaze flicked over the armour that hid the identity of his would-be kidnapper; it hardly mattered just who it was, their allegiance was obvious and Mik's stomach clenched.<br/><br/>"Is there any point? You're probably just going to shoot me anyway..." Even as he spoke he edged towards the other man, frowning deeply. "If you're going to shoot me then get it over with. I'm pissed off enough without you adding to it..."