Hardwick carefully watched the scene unfold. His breathing came quick and shallow, his heart beating rapidly, a hand resting lightly on the revolver under his trenchcoat. Perhaps it wouldn't come to that, but if it did...

[i][color=f49ac2]"The dectective bought you a drink, do you know him by any means to you?"[/color][/i] He narrowed his eyes and his gaze met the eavesdropper; a gaze like an arrow that pierced through the assailant's skull and into the wall beyond. It was a threat conveyed through gesture alone. His gloved hard tightened on the revolver. Time seemed to slow.

[i][color=8dc73f]"I don't know him, but tell him I said thanks."[/color][/i] The man seemed genuinely thankful for the drink. Hardwick relaxed, and his expression softened. [i]This guy's just another traveller, like myself.[/i] [color=0072bc]'Heh.'[/color] He chuckled to himself bitterly as he turned back to his empty glass. [color=0072bc]'Here I am, jumping at ghosts again.'[/color]

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