C A Merc and the Target. ((Luxio018 and Lovebite))

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John says nothing, simply looking Baxter over for a minute or two before he glanced around the room. It was only by sheer luck that he managed to find an old lantern that still had a little oil in it. He moves to take the glass top off, messing around with something in his jacket pocket before the lantern was suddenly lit, the room now illuminated with a soft glow as he placed the top back on the lantern, moving the close the door a little more. To say that the scene before him was pathetic would be an understatement. Baxter was still in his clothes, including his heavy fur lined coat that hung open around his large stomach. The button up shirt he wore underneath was straining against his body, the buttons about ready to pop off. His pants sat low on his waist and his belt was probably the only thing holding them on as it looked ready to pop off at any moment as well.