Quinn sat at the highest branch of the bandit's base with a cup of thunder in his hand. He was looking up at the sly with a blank expression on his face before bringing the cup of alcohol up to his lip and taking a sip.
"Thought I would find ya here"
A voice spoke up from his left and he turned to see the boss standing there with her signature cigar in-between her lips. She took a puff and exhaled before turning to him.
"That was a nice job you did today with the third ranker. In fact, I don't think I've ever heard any of my men talk about someone so proudly"
Quinn turned back to looking at the moon while he answered.
"Just keep to your word and we'll probably never have to see each other again."
The woman laughed lightly, "What's da problem? Eager to get rid of me already?"
Quinn took another drink from his cup without answering. The woman hummed and turned back to leave.