[color=red]"Fair,"[/color] Stride says as he stands there, putting his hands in his pockets as you can see the stitches of a scar along his neck.

[color=red]"Listen mate. I don't like you, you don't like me, but I was recently fired by my employer because I couldn't hold up my end of the bargain. Instead, he hired a hitman to replace me. Now, I might've stolen your kill, but I can guarantee that the news of my unemployment doesn't spread as quick as the blood of Nigel. You have my word on that."[/color]

Stride smirks before you see his pupiless eyes and his dark scowl. [color=red]"Ever heard that expression 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'? Just know that Yashar fired me and became my enemy. Y'followin' along well so far?"[/color]