Jake smiles and remains silent, looking after the assassin as he leaves, before nearly squeeling with joy. He laughs, before trying to impersonate Alexel's voice a couple of times while cleaning glasses behind the bar, obviously absolutely convinced that Alexel was a badass anti-hero, and not scared in the slightest. Then again, this was Nevada. There really was nothing to be scared off.
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As Alexel arrives at the bus stop, he finds an odd sight. The area seems to be completely deserted, the bus at an odd angle. There's no sight of Mr Winters, and it's quiet even for a village. Not even the birds are chirping. As if Alexel had suddenly and inexplicably gone deaf. The ilusion is shattered, however, when Mr Winters slowly shuffles into view from behind the bus. He'd dropped his cane somewhere, of course, and Alexel suddenly finds himself in rather an odd position. In Mr Winter's hand is the head of a small child. Lindsey, from around the corner shop area. Her pigtails are drenched in blood, and Winter's bloody grin explains what happened to the rest of the body.