Flint slowly placed the hammer back to safe, slipping the handcannon back into its holster. He took one last drag of his smoke before putting his cigarette out onto his jacket collar and flicking the butt outside, grimacing at the wasted cigarette.

"I moved, I know my place is probably turned over by now so I found a nice little apartment complex, separate rooms and what not" Flint glanced around the room to the hostility towards him. He knew that he would have to be more careful, try not let his emotions run wild around these people.

Flint realised he was outnumbered and so sighed "so anyway... What's the plan?" He walked over to a chair and slumped into it, he removed a coin from his pocket and manipulated the air to have it spin on the tip of his finger.