KIRILL.

We’ve got our reasons.” It was obvious Kirill was at the end of his patience, he was gritting his teeth and his nails were digging into his palms, if it weren’t for his boss standing right behind him his hostage would be out cold, but there were other plans.

He took a sharp breath and looked back at one of the men, his accomplice shrugged. “Maybe you should tell us who you’re working for huh. What’s the worst that could happen. We let you go because you’re no threat, or we kill ya’ ‘cause you are. Or maybe we just kill ya’, be done with it and go out have dinner.” He shot a half cocked smile “Hrm, Well? Take your pick.”

                         ———❝ YOU HAVE SUCH A WAY WITH YOUR WORDS. i almost want to test your patience more, my friend. ❞
the man considered his options as carefully as he could in such a predicament. it wasn’t that he intended to die, rather, he wanted to be sure he still had the upper hand in the situation before he spilled the beans.

      ❝ i’m an english teacher at budo-ga oka high school, if that’s what you wanted to know?

                       ———❝ AGAINST YOUR INITIAL IMPRESSION OF ME, i know how to keep my mouth shut. ❞
he stared, a bored look on his face. training had taught him two very important lessons: one, to never to underestimate your enemy ; two, to know when quality trumps quantity. counting the heads in the room, he was greatly outnumbered. there was no saying what each of these men were capable of, and the unknowns forced him to rewrite the equation entirely.

     ❝ but, i must say i’ve never been held captive by a respectable establishment. ❞

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