A/N : This drabble came from my watching Not Fade Away again and thinking that surely a smart guy like Lindsey would not allow himself to be so easily killed by Angel or his crew...
Summary : A Lindsey drabble, post NFA
Rated : PG
Disclaimer : Joss owns all the good stuff related to AtS, and I don't
No Rest For The Wicked
It stung enough he didn't have to fake agony, the sight of wounds in his chest all too convincing.
He played the duped and dying man well enough to fool the flunky, whom he was surprised had the guts to pull the trigger.
Lindsey had known this was coming.
A wild card such as himself couldn't be allowed to live, whether the heroes did or not.
Alone now, he opened his eyes, scrambled to his feet, pulled open his shirt, finding the bullets embedded in kevlar, fake blood from pockets carefully placed.
The game was only just now getting interesting.
