Archer: Friend.


I smiled, but I quenched it before I spoke. “Am I your friend?”

“We can talk about that later. How about you come down to my office?”

“On my way.” I said with a smirk.


I knocked on his door and waited silently.

The door opened and Jacob let me in. I sat down in a chair and just watched his every movement. Jacob didn't smile, but I was smiling.

“I think it's time that you ask me some questions. You should make sure this is really what you want to do.” he said, keeping his straight face.

I thought about this for a moment and then nodded. “Agreed.”

Jacob leaned back into his chair and waited for me.

“Why don't you carry a gun?”

Jacob's eyes got wide for a moment, but he immediately swallowed the look. “Well, as I said, I try not to risk my life.”

“Yes, but apparently, you have risked your life once. And what happened?”

Jacob looked as though I had shot him. He was frozen and shocked. I didn't know whether he was going to kill me, or cry.

He recovered himself then said, “You're the smart one. Why don't you tell me what happened?”

I smiled at him for a moment. I returned to my straight face and said, “Your partner was shot. He passed away soon after.”

Jacob didn't let his expression change. “Mr. Houston, if you're trying to get an emotional response from me, it's not working.”

“That's not my motive.”

“What is your motive?”

“To create a question within yourself. Why don't you carry a gun? Your partner was shot, and he wasn't armed, was he?”

Jacob didn't flinch.

“Then maybe you should start carrying a gun.” I said, watching him closely.

Jacob still didn't move. He looked like he was in deep thought.

Suddenly, the sound of a creaking door reached my ear. I turned around and saw a woman standing there in front of us. I recognized her from somewhere, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I looked over at Jacob, who was now standing.

“Hello.” Jacob said cautiously.

The End

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