Jon had a feeling this was a bad idea. A very very bad idea.

He looked down at the gun Athen had dropped at his feet and tried not to wonder if it was the same gun from the fish warehouse. Tos growled in annoyance and he finally stooped to pick it up, noticing thankful that it didn’t seem to have and blood on it. It also didn’t have a clip, which made the handgun a tad less useful than he’d been expecting.

He showed Athen the empty gap where the clip would be and the dog shrugged. Or whatever dogs do when they shrug, the emotion was the same even of the action wasn’t. Tos snorted, having obviously thought it was pointless to even try and arm him.

Jon sighed and pocketed the gun, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about accidentally shooting himself. Although he’d have a fun time if a cop caught him with it. Somehow he didn’t think ‘I got it from some ghost dogs who found it in the woods’ was going to fly.