"Oh, I know my orders. We're all under a dozen guns right now, and if you think Crosshairs will blink twice before plugging you or me, think again." he replies, lashing out with a kick towards her knee, trying to drop her to the floor.
"I've been promised my twelve rounds with your boytoy, once he's learned his lessons some. For now, starving, tired... not even worth it. You, however, I can damage all I want while he watches, long as there's enough of you to put back together... what'cha think Misha, you going to be good, shut up, sit down and eat your breakfast, or do I keep putting on dinner theatre for you, huh?"
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