A ungulleted look crossed Vents face as he smoked his Cigarra, the smell of rashalla wafted through the area he was in as he continued to inhale the such nacrotic he slowly puffed smoke from his mouth. From a passerby's view he was just smoking as usual, though he was waiting for something to happen- someone he could stop- maybe this would happen? Probably not, the thought made its way through Vents head.
Vent was at a rather fancy place as of currently, his cybernetics whirled as he puffed more smoke the Cigarra reaching its end as he put it out on the table, The man looked around with a slight pained look, he was bored- more then bored, he was invited to this mans to provide protection, He was hopefully going to be paid for this job, if he didn't he would be more then mad, And it wasn't good to see Vent mad.
As Vent was leaning back leaning on the wall he heard a metallic clang, he looked around seeing a Flashbag, "FLASHBANG GET DOWN!" Vent said in a mid-western accent as he flipped a table, the flashbang went off as Vent shielded his eyes, as soon as the smoke faded Vent stood up.
"Yooo-Hoo, anyone hooooome?" Vent heard as he looked around finding the person of interest.
Vent studied her, his eyes squinting at her, he chucked, "Hey Cutie, I assume yer' the bounty hunter comin' to kill the man 'ere" Vent said with a grin
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