Breaking and Leaving

It made sense; if you wanted to find a weirdo ask the weirdos. He'd gone for a quick flight and a lot of guys seemed to up there and flying home here. He checked he had the bottle in his pocket and pulled back the string on the crossbow, loading a shot into it. He put it to his shoulder and ran at the door, smashing through.
"Right, tell me where the dirty shifter is and I promise not to shoot your heads off or leave you in a puddle!"