[center][h1][color=686F91]Lucas Walsh[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=686F91]Location:[/color][/b] Safe House[/center][hr]

The past week had not been easy on Lucas, between his girlfriend almost dying in an explosion and recovering slowly, quitting his job (both of them, technically) and more than likely the aspect of being hunted were piling up to almost be a little much for Lucas. He forced himself into distractions whenever he could, trying not to think about anything that was going on if he didn't have to. He'd dismantled and cleaned every weapon in the safe house a few times over, and it was his mission now as he slid the barrel out of the rifle he had laid out before him. His sleeves rolled up as he scrubbed at the small bits of grime that he had missed last time around.

He let his eyes flick up toward Gregory as he stood in the kitchen making something for them all. Lucas recalled the explanation Risa had given him about who the man was, unfortunately, it didn't help. Lucas still hadn't shown the messages he'd received to Risa, and certainly not to Roy. As far as he knew, Roy could see the message and take it upon himself to complete the mission, Lucas was still oblivious to how much Gregory actually knew. The death of his roommate had been unfortunate news, but aside from finding the circumstance odd, Lucas didn't care too much to look into it, he hadn't ever known Jeremy properly, and while it was unfortunate, he had more things to worry about.

For a moment his wandering thoughts were distracted by the feeling of Risa's lips against his own, he turned his gaze over to her, forcing a half-smile as he watched her wander off toward the bathroom. In all that had been happening recently, she was still the one thing that made perfect sense to him, the one thing holding him down to reality in a world gone to shit. She was his anchor, more-so now than she ever had been before. Sighing softly, he continued to clean the rifle, slowly beginning to reassemble it as he heard Gregory speak up. [b][color=686F91]"It'll be fine."[/color][/b] He said plainly.

Placing the rifle back together, Lucas slid a magazine into it and pulled back on the charging handle, setting the weapon down as he leaned back, idly resting his hand on the handgun he had holstered at his side. It wasn't any real secret that Lucas still didn't trust Roy properly, Lucas didn't have much to trust those days, things weren't going to be easy getting back to normal. Sighing softly, he reached down to the small crate he'd been working on his weapons on, picking up a small packet of cigarettes and slipping one between his lips. Lucas didn't smoke, not regularly, when he did, it was exceedingly rare, and generally came from a great deal of stress. Sighing, he grabbed the lighter which sat beside the packet, lighting up the cigarette as he took a long drag, blowing out the smoke as he leaned back in his chair.