The eternal backed a bit to rifle the topcup of a boot where stash of bills from latest victims sat as a roll of assorted 1s, 5s, 10s, and 20s. The whole wad came out and was tucked with Godfatherly approval against the other officer’s breast. “A gift, an investment, yeahhh….practice your officerly powers of command on that there shadow...thing... and get yourself something fine for the trouble. Kick me a note on the pad what it’s shape was later. ”
Machine turned and patted Briefcase appreciatively on the shoulder, and slid by to his backside like an eel. Then started booking it. “AH GOTSTA GO.”
Lucyal
makin a break for it! MACHINE OUT
kuropeco
Thank you for being up for this craziness <3