"Once again, I'm not looking you, kid, I'm looking for Douchey Mc.Fucktard, who happens to be part of you. That, and that little power of yours is of great importance, the same goes for you two, and me." Joseph took his gun from his back. "Obscurum Offa." He fired a shot onto a dusty hill, a small object, seemingly made out of darkness, flew out of the barrel and splattered over the hill, sending pieces of ti flying. "See, now tell you're little friend inside your head that he wont mess up this job, or that is his fate. Same goes for you two." Joseph put the gun behind his back again and waited for any kind of response.