It didn't take long for Gabriel to confirm Erik's worst suspicions. "So wait, you d-did kill-" he blurted out in surprise, quickly silencing himself with a rather fake bout of coughing. "Ahem. I'm, uh, perfectly sure she had it coming and all that." Erik hadn't noticed Gabriel's gun on his first glance-over of the boy, having been more surprised with his presence than anything else. Agitating a man with a presumably loaded
gun was not exactly high on his list of priorities.
The voice murmuring at him from his collar caused Erik to suddenly tense up, but thankfully not to the point of noticeably flinching. He seemed to have the same opinion as Erik, namely, that it was about time to get the heck out of dodge. "Um. You know, you seem you've g-got a lot of stuff on your mind, and, uh, I'd hate to d-disturb you any further, so I'm just gonna get going bye!" He said, the last few words coming out in a slightly jumbled rush as Erik backed out the door.
Once he was a safe distance away from the tower, Erik halted to catch his breath, exhaling in relief. That could have turned out a heck of a lot worse. Something was niggling at the back of his mind, though. The voice from his collar had seemed so familiar
- holy crap. Parker. He had the very first SOTF Champion ever as his mentor. This was about the best thing that could have possibly happened to him! Sure, he hadn't exactly been the most well liked, but Erik had never had a problem with the guy!
Erik pumped a fist in excitement before realizing that it was still pretty darn cold outside and hurrying along on his way.
((Erik Lowell: Continued in Eat Fresh