Vic hummed, forcing his expression to return back to neutral. His eyes tracked the way they'd reached to their side as if habit, and he sighed, finally coming to an ultimatum. It probably wasn't a very good one, but it was a decision, at the very least. Ah hell, this will bite me later, won't it? He clicked the safety on his gun off and tucked it back into his waistband.
The hunter glanced at the bag in his hand a final time, before flicking his wrist and tossing it towards the shapeshifter.
What could he say? He could relate to having barely anything of his own except a name. Even now, only twenty and struggling leave the control of the organization, the only thing he really owned was his jacket. Everything else, down to the very apartment he lived in, was monitored and paid for by the leader of the organization. Hell, he was monitored and paid for by the boss.
Here's to hoping there's not a weapon in there, after all, he thought. Should've probably checked it before giving it back, but whatever. I've wasted enough time as it is.
"…Consider this a peace offering, then. I won't get off lightly for letting you go, so you should probably hurry up and leave," he warned, glancing at the roof he'd previously jumped off to get to this point. It was too high to climb back to, but if he was careful, he could use the pipe serving as a gutter to slide down. If I hurry, I might be able to find another monster before curfew.
Before he moved, however, his eyes landed on the shapeshifter again. He didn't know what he was waiting for—maybe he just didn't want to admit to himself that watching them turn into another animal was an extremely enticing idea.