Welp. He better move. James dashes inside, frowning against the shadows in the badly-lit shed, wishing he had his flashlight. But the light flooding in from the broken door will have to do, and he hurries to scrounge around—
Toolboxes. More toolboxes. Gardening supplies. Nothing of use, unless he wants to steal a rake, which feels like a huge downgrade to his pipe.]
Shit…
[But there, in the corner, almost forgotten, is a rusty looking chainsaw. James feels a spike of… anticipation, and he hurries over to grab it and immediately see if he can pull the cord to get it started.
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Welp. He better move. James dashes inside, frowning against the shadows in the badly-lit shed, wishing he had his flashlight. But the light flooding in from the broken door will have to do, and he hurries to scrounge around—
Toolboxes. More toolboxes. Gardening supplies. Nothing of use, unless he wants to steal a rake, which feels like a huge downgrade to his pipe.]
Shit…
[But there, in the corner, almost forgotten, is a rusty looking chainsaw. James feels a spike of… anticipation, and he hurries over to grab it and immediately see if he can pull the cord to get it started.
…how’s it going over there, Ivan?]