[kill him? if he wanted to do that, he would have been dead the second he walked through the door. and he thought this might have been a smart police man, obviously training is lacking these days. enough chit chat, no time for moral crusades, shifting the gun from its kill shot to the shoulder, squeezing the trigger firing the round into the joint with precision. close enough at this range to pass straight through, no long lasting damage after recovery.]
This is only a message. [kicks Tobirama down onto his back, pulling his phone out of his pocket and cycling through until he sees the brother's name, dialing the number and chucking it down on his chest.] There is more still to come.
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