He can't show compassion, he can't show sympathy. These were obstacles between him and the truth and he couldn't let the fact they bled as he did change his mind.
He couldn't afford to be a person, only an extension of his weapon.
He looked to the younger man, head turning to show it was more than just his hidden eyes. He was still a moment, a statuesque specter observing his victim. Deciding.
In one quick motion, he brought his left hand up and pulled the trigger, sending a bullet spiraling into the old man's brain and lodging it there. The body slumped and his incessant whimpering ended. All of this done while he was looking at the other target. The last one now. The gun came back around to press his temple.
"Don't bargain with me, you have only two options here: tell me what I want to know and spare yourself some pain or try to be stubborn and see exactly how creative I can be with only a knife and a gun."
As though to punctuate his threat, the knife fell next, the blade driving deep into the muscle of the target's thigh.
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He couldn't afford to be a person, only an extension of his weapon.
He looked to the younger man, head turning to show it was more than just his hidden eyes. He was still a moment, a statuesque specter observing his victim. Deciding.
In one quick motion, he brought his left hand up and pulled the trigger, sending a bullet spiraling into the old man's brain and lodging it there. The body slumped and his incessant whimpering ended. All of this done while he was looking at the other target. The last one now. The gun came back around to press his temple.
"Don't bargain with me, you have only two options here: tell me what I want to know and spare yourself some pain or try to be stubborn and see exactly how creative I can be with only a knife and a gun."
As though to punctuate his threat, the knife fell next, the blade driving deep into the muscle of the target's thigh.
"Tell me what I want to know."