“So this is your place huh?” Bo said as he ducked under the small doorway.

“Well it was I guess, but like you said I’m better off on the move now. Especially with your little bird friend promising she’d be the one to kill you. Seems like everyone else after someone named Cheek has to settle with me.” Jacob said, the slight edge to his voice told Bo to drop the conversation.

He could smell the scent of women, of cheap booze, and of gunpowder. Shaking his head, Bo wondered what lot they had drawn to be so close yet never had met. He saw wanted posters pinned to the wall. Wandering around the mess on the floor he looked at each poster. Some were big time criminals he recognized; some were specific to this moon. He listened to Jacob mutter and shuffle around with his things. He smiled as he walked to the window.

“Well at least one of us isn’t a wanted criminal.” Bo said, lightheartedly.

“Yeah just a hit man moonlighting as a bounty hunter.” Jacob grumbled as he placed the first gun case on the floor in front of his door.

Bo shook his head as he lifted the gun case when Jacob came around the corner with his bag of clothes and what looked like another gun case.

“That it?” Bo asked.

“Everything I need.”

Bo nodded and walked out the door. Jacob squeezed by him and headed down the stairs. The door locked behind them with a blue light over the handle. Bo could hear the machines inside tearing things from the walls and cleaning the apartment. Looks like the only people that would know that Jacob Cheek used to live here would be the furnaces. He wandered down the stairs after his younger brother. He found him standing at the entrance of the building.

“I thought we were in a hurry.”

Bo held his finger to his lips as he descended the stairs and set down the gun case as he laid his hand on his 1911. Jacob’s hand went to the .357 that Bo had leant him until they got his guns. Jacob looked at him with confusion.

‘I smell flowers.’ Bo said inside Jacobs mind.

Jacob’s eyes flew open as he realized that he hadn’t act