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Bennett rummages through the butcher paper wrapping... ("SO YOU DID EAT ALL THAT MEAT IN THE FRIDGE." "Hey, I paid for it!" "DISGUSTING.")
>I USE THE SHOTGUN. YOU KNOW WHY?
"Run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run," Bennett sings to himself as he inspects the stolen hunting shotgun.
God, he loves the shotgun. It's good wholesome fun with one of these bad boys around. He checks if it's unloaded (safety first, kids!), then stashes it in the side of his suit jacket. A little work with a handsaw made the double barrel juuuuust the right fit for a neat surprise tool. Whip it out real fast and blow a hot load all over the poor bastards. A shit-eating grin matches the perpetually smirking rabbit mask. Bennett giggles to himself.
"Oi. You want?"
"NOT MY STYLE."
"Sweet."
>RADIO THING
"Oh." Bennett tosses the weirdass walkie talkie over. Frank snatches it out of the air and practically stuffs it into his rabbit ear. "Why did you even keep that thing anyway?"
[PARANOID] "THE NUMBERS, BENNETT. IT FEEDS ME THE SECRETS."
A mildly confused pause.
"Aye, fair enough."
"- HEY EVERY !! IT'S ME -" the radio crackers. Bennett shudders. Damn thing gives him the willies.
>WHITE WHISTLE
"So what's this thing's gimmick?"
"WATCH." Frank takes a deep breath and goes FWEEEEEEEEEE!
The clear shrill of the whistle pierces the darkness. Ears flip forward in alarm. Instinct ignites once more..!
>Frank is ready to rock!
>Bennett is raring to roll!
The two Agents shuffle their feet in anticipation, then loosen up as no threat makes itself known. They share a chuckle in the wake of the adrenaline rush.
