[center][h1][color=A93226]Fred[/color] & [color=2471A3]Søren[/color][/h1][b]Location:[/b] Mason City, Iowa[/center]
Søren stayed quiet as he was further away from the action and sound of the voice that had spoken out to them. Slowly and silently he crawled away from the shelves and inched further away from the aisles. He hoped to catch the eye of his best friend, but also did it blindly, not knowing where Fred had jumped to for cover.

[color=A93226]"I'm dropping mine,"[/color] Fred said, it was more to tell Søren to keep calm rather than telling the man that he was trusting him with his deal of no weapons. [color=A93226]"I'm getting up now."[/color] The red haired man slowly stood from his spot, with his back still against the wall and his hands up in the air. [color=A93226]"I'm up with no weapon in my hands. Can I trust you to drop yours?"[/color]

Søren laid quietly as he watched his friend stand up, with his gun set beside him. The dark haired man sighed deeply to himself, cursing at how stupid his friend was being, throwing down his weapon, making him such an easy target to be taken out. Of course Søren wasn't going to let that happen. His hand was still on his pistol as he waited for the other man to do the same, acknowledging the deal he made with Fred.