[color=fff79a][i]"Heh, your as judgmental as ever Brandon. Nice to see ya'"[/i][/color], Horus muttered in a more welcoming, yet unexpected, tone. He had been called a killer multiple times before, and this time wasn't any different. He wouldn't testify against murdering Robertson, but he wouldn't confess, either.
Coming down from his hiding place in the alley, Horus strolled next to Brandon, his expression hidden by a rusted mask. [color=fff79a][i]"I heard a jeep go up the way, near the staduim. Probably some ignorant reinforcements. The sooner we catch up, the better chance we have."[/i][/color], Horus exclaimed. He didn't like the thought of teammates, but it was a deciding factor all the same. Horus' feet pounded on the cracked, blood-coated ground as he marched towards the staduim, waiting for Brandon to do the same. [color=fff79a][i]"I might've shot Robertson in the back, but now there's barely anyone to shoot. I gotta keep people for once, that make you feel any better?"[/i][/color], he said, trying to keep Brandon's fiery temper off the trigger.