_{———IT WAS A TWIST TO THE BLADE WHICH HE’D BURIED NEXT TO THE HATCHET. despite his animosity, the german had come not merely to taunt the russian swine. he’d been out longer than he’d have liked, the beating he took during his mind controlled hours something of a mystery to him alone. informed of the events, he’d come to discuss it with the man himself.}

      _{❝ you’re awfully cocky for a guy who looks straight out of a batman comic? ❞
reaching a hand into his coat pocket, he maintained eyes contact as he slowly raised a pack of cigarettes. there was no need to alarm him with any sudden movements, even if his gun was tucked away in the waistband of his pants.}

❝ you may apologize whenever. i’ll wait. ❞
to that, he placed the cigarette between his teeth, protruding end lit in the absence of a match.

_{@thewolfs-son continued}