[ The bones, in fact, had been the sound of an arm snapping, and then subsequently, a few ribs, his fist sinking into skin, and then into the man's ribs.
He'd been a pusher, one he'd sent before, and from the look of his face, he remembered HJ. It had been one of the first that he'd brought in, when he'd arrived. He didn't forget faces like that, and he stared right back into his eyes, watching them start to slide back into the back of his head.
Until he heard a gasp that was alien in the alleyway, unusual, and not that of the man he held in a fist. Hunched over him, he turned slightly, looking out at the man at the apex of the alleyway.
Gilbert. With that damnable gun.
He was beginning to be an issue, in interrupting HJ. ]
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He'd been a pusher, one he'd sent before, and from the look of his face, he remembered HJ. It had been one of the first that he'd brought in, when he'd arrived. He didn't forget faces like that, and he stared right back into his eyes, watching them start to slide back into the back of his head.
Until he heard a gasp that was alien in the alleyway, unusual, and not that of the man he held in a fist. Hunched over him, he turned slightly, looking out at the man at the apex of the alleyway.
Gilbert. With that damnable gun.
He was beginning to be an issue, in interrupting HJ. ]
You.
[ His eyes narrowed. ]