Tobias grunted as the double barrels pressed into his back again. It seemed the younger lad wasn't taking to his made up story and the fact he still had his ten millimetre in sight didn't help. His shoulders drooped for a second as the precious gun that had saved him countless times was taken abruptly from his grips. He tried not to piss the kid off too much in hopes his insides would stay where they were.<br/><br/><br/><strong>”H-Heh… guess holding a piece doesn't look so good does it”</strong>Tobias muttered as he hears the bullets being dropped from the guns barrel. After the tinkling of the ten millimetre casings stopped and the barrel of the shotgun was once again thrust into his back Tobias started the slow walk down the musty hallway of the Robco.<br/><br/><br/><strong>”Well… to answer your question, I already told you, kid. There was another guy… I'm always running with a silencer it's the fucking fallout, who doesn't want to get the jump on someone who'll blow your head off in one trigger pull?”</strong>Tobias’ feet scuffed through the dust on the floor as he tried his best to delay the inevitable.<strong>”Like you're even gonna give a brother a chance anyway”</strong>he sighed rounding the corner.<br/><br/><br/><strong>”So… older brother huh? Must be nice to have someone to look out for you”</strong>Tobias asked peering back over his shoulder.<br/>